Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20160817222408/@comment-25363089-20161115144326

"Not without my weapon. We aren't. I got no weapon flint! What am i to do just let you try and fight Deathlock yourself? This isn't a game flint! You may be a skilled fighter but these people are harden criminals they have been fighting with each other for years. He won't go easy on you just because your a child he will kill you flint. He will have his time but first we need to get my weapon.

Then We can make our way to DeathLock and we will do it in complete silence.". Margrit told her nephew once she was back down below with him in a very sirious tone of voice just below a whisper with a low growl as well to show her rage towards her nephew's foolish idea. Seeing the criminals enter the cell block she desided it be best to move fast and quickly find her gear. "Now where is my tools."

She asked herself as she looked around and saw her weapons in the hands of a criminal in storage room on the far side. She growled softly and took off her scarf and wrapped it around her hand. "Make your way towards deathlock i'll be with you shortly." Margrit told her nephew as she vanished into the shadows and made her way over to the guy.

Slowly opening the door and staying low she crept up on him and used her scarf to strangle him. The man thrashed about but she held tight not lossing up her grip till he was down on the ground and even then she didn't stop. Once she figure he was down she got up and grabbed her gear and spat on the guy and kicked him. "No one touchs my stuff." She whispered into his ear as she then set the place on fire and made her way over to Flint. "That should keep them bussisy for a while.". She said slightly out of breath panting slightly.