Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13427943-20170115035643/@comment-4681758-20170116183034

"I have this under control.", Ciarán replied calmly as he disarmed two of the thugs coming at him with knives, and kicked one charging at him with a bat in the face, knocking him to the floor, clutching his nose in pain. As Ciarán fired his grapnel gun into the rafters and began swinging toward their leader, a thick, black smoke began filling the warehouse, catching the thugs and Ciarán, off-guard. As Ciarán waited for the smoke to clear from one of the rafters, he saw a figure in a dark purple cloak engaging the thugs, and by the time the cloud lifted, every thug in the warehouse was unconscious or dead, and the figure turned to face Ciarán. "Last time I checked, you were faster than that.", the figure said with a chuckle, the voice sounding female, but underlying a wisdom beneath the candor. "Uh... Y-Yes, ma'am.", Ciarán stammered.