Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5726563-20130922211921/@comment-6975131-20130924020725

Jr looked at the white haired boy with the most ccontempt he could muster. "Oi, I don't think i heard you right. You called me short, then implied that i was a thing, did you not?" He reached into a leather pouch on his waist. "I always bring my weapon wherever I go. And, I'm getting the urge to use it to rip out your liver and bitch slap you with it." His scar began to twitch. He threw the stolen key to Messer. He slumped into his main Beowolf Style stance, arms relaxed at his sides, palms facing towards his opponent, fingers pointed like claws. "Fight me, snow haired bastard!"