Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20140219023248/@comment-11588669-20140225030721

He watched, unamused. His expression was bored, his stance ready, but relaxed. And the mercenary followed the Chess Piece, gait calm, nearly uncaring. His eyes, though. They were cold, noting as much as he could, storing the information away. Possible threats, ways of escape, places to use for cover and to make sure she stays unharmed.

"You're making my job difficult." He stated apathetically, walking three paces behind her. "And that doesn't-" A gunshot echoed, and the mercenary shoved her to the ground, taking a protective stance in front of her. His weapon was gone from his back, held in his hands with a sure grip. But, it wasn't a sword. A firearm, between the length of a carbine and a rifle was pressed to his shoulder, and he was scanning the buildings. A bullet mark was clearly visible on the ground.

"Ms. Nevee, we need to move. Conjour up an Ice Wall, please. Thick enough to stop a bullet." He continued to scan the rest of the roofs and windows.