Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20151107020221/@comment-26362067-20161016211352

(Okay! I'm here!)

By this point, Sandi had managed to recover his wits, and heard the last part of the conversation.

"I believe it was already mentioned that 'son of a bitch' is somewhere upstairs," Sandi pointed out, irritated at the lack of action. All Sandi wanted to do was beat Barnes into the ground for trying to take Iris, and as he became conscious of how much time had passed since they'd stepped inside, he started to become very annoyed. "In fact, we're wasting time standing here. I say we get moving now."

As he talked, Sandi's gaze had switched from the old man to the stairs leading up. He'd barely glanced at the scythe the man was wielding. He wasn't thinking of his own safety anymore. In fact, Sandi was already thinking of how to get around the man and up the stairs if the guy took up any more of their time.

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Once Sandi finished, Ravelyn frowned and spoke. "And we're not children. We can handle ourselves." There was no malice in her voice - she was simply stating fact. She herself was a young adult, and while some of the others may be below the age of 18, they were certainly not children. And all of them knew their way around a fight.