Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-10356852-20130810020914/@comment-11588669-20130816013104

The merc freezes at the voice of that same idiot. And hearing the sound of him kneeing someone, most likely the face. And it's time to teach that dumbass a lesson.

"Umbra, I'm gonna have to call you back..." Nox shuts his phone off, and turns. In the same movement, he shoulders the rifle, aims down the sights, and rests his finger on the trigger. The night eyed teen has his feet shoulder width apart, with the left foot leading.

This one motion took mere seconds, and was unexpected.

Nightfall is aimed dead center of Verda's chest. The piercing rounds, at this range, would leave a perfect hole in his sternum. And Nox has no qualms about letting his finger tighten.

"Verdantos," His voice is stone cold "I'm sick, of your arrogant ass strutting around like you own the place. Someone does something you don't like? You beat the living crap out of them. You're nothing but a pathetic, attention seeking bully with a superiority complex the size of Vale. And it's time for your reign to end." The teen's face is a mask of calm, his eyes like ice.

"Give me one good reason. One, explaining why I shouldn't pull this trigger and leave you on the ground in a pool of your own blood?"