Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20150806184438/@comment-13488655-20150920090837

"Headshots? Certainly original aren't you?" Jack-o-lanturn called out to Trigo with a ominous laugh after landing. He could tell that the shots had damaged part of the mask, but his protective helmet wasunfazed. The yellow man was a lot stronger than he looked. The phantom, quickly put his weapons into their single battle axe mode and charged towards the drunkard, making heavy but fast swings to force open an opening. Just one was all he needed to put the fight into his favor.