Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5290299-20140428031950/@comment-4774221-20140506024859

"No responses...?", Ric muttered, as he stopped firing, and lowered only the musket. Did he get lucky with that last round?

Clicking his tongue, as he remembered a piece of advice from his earlier time. "The enemy is only dead, once you have separated the head from the body with your own hands.", the mercenary repeated, as he raise the musket, along with the flintlock. He then walked closer to the airship, blasting a round every once in awhile. His tendrils were still readied under his cloak, as he has now been nearly killed on two occasions just today, from surprise attacks.