Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20140421033222/@comment-11588669-20140621053214

Nox crossed his arms, not believing them in the slightest.

"A very....convienient, place to drop something..." He spoke evenly and calmly. The mercenary focused on the one who was standing still, letting the other think he ad got away. As soon as the kid turned to make a run for it, Nox turned to look at him.

"Stay put." It was said so softly, that normally no one would be able to hear it. But with the deathly silence of the hallway, it was almost as if he was shouting. The dark look faded from his face into something a magnitude more terrifying: No emotion. There was barely, if any trace of the former irritation. It was almost looking like a blank wall.

It was the very face Nox used when looking at another man before killing him. His eyes told what his face didn't: A much more vivid canvas of blood and rage.

"If you dropped something...then why don't you show my what it is?"