Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13427943-20140516194842/@comment-4681758-20140516203951

''Heh. Amateurs.''

Ciarán surmised that the two goons were the murders, and the loner with pistols was a friend of the victim. And the slurs the thugs were throwing around certainly didn't improve his mood. Ciarán unsheathed the Nocturne Cross, switched to its crossbow mode, and loaded it with tranquilizer bolts. He fired off two rounds into the backs of the attackers, and looked over the side of the roof, making himself visible to the lone figure.