Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20160501033839/@comment-25924729-20160502083537

He worked grimly and quickly, but also sloppier than usual, for his shoulder wound. The cast made his arm stiff, his body unbalanced, and he couldn't put weight on it. Even so, Lyko danced and weaved through the gang, slashing tendons and limbs as he went. Disable, not kill.

The first two thugs had their shoulders and knees slashed quickly, and toppled over. The third managed to raise a gun and fire, forcing Lyko to dodge before slitting his throat. No time for subtlety on that one. The distraction allowed a fourth bull faunus to tackle him, and the remaining two ran for the alley mouth.

''Shit! Can't let em' get away, can't have witnesses.''

He fell on his side, wincing in pain as his shoulder wound tore open again, staining the bandage red. Husky and bull wrestled and rolled for position on the ground, amidst all the violence, Lyko spotted a green dressed figure on a fire escape nearby, apparently watching the scene with an amused grin. From where he stood, the escaping thugs would pass beneath h-

A blow to the face snapped Lyko back to attention. Finally, he twisted and straddled the bull, and struck his face, knocking the man out with the satisfying crunch of a broken nose. Not wasting any time, Lyko scrambled up, and sprinted for his two escaped victims, who already seemed so impossibly far away...