Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7838080-20131225042819/@comment-11588669-20140103041146

Ambrose picked up his weapon, and slung it across his back, sitll glaring at the large man with impatience. Was he really that daft? There was a reason the teen hadn't said anything so far. Not even a grunt from firing his rifle.

If looks could kill, Brick would have been nothing but a grain of ash.

Ambrose looped an arm around Chamoisee's shoulders, steadying her. She was his team-mate, so there was no way he was leaving her behind. Not to mention, it was his fault she was in that position. If he hadn't told her to go down there while he stayed back, she would have never been in as much danger. He wasn't stupid enough to believe that she would have been completely safe.

The mute jerked his head to the smaller girl, who seemed much more composed than the large man. Making sure Chamoisee was steady, he signed out his name to Oria, and quite a few explicitives at being ignored. That was something that he really, didn't like. Especially when what he had to 'say' was important to the situation.