Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20150907231134/@comment-24416658-20151006151315

Anastasia had gotten up, and was about to spray her LMG downrange at the gang leader, but stopped short, seeing a very dark vision behind him. She was surprised.

Hafleikr?

The dark sailor had walked up next to the leader, grabbing him from behind after the whip connected with the leader's back, holding his cutlass to his throat and his pistol to his head.

"Don't." he said, to the BOB soldiers and the leader, pressing the blade to the leader's throat. Anastasia gulped. She was never a fan of seeing Hafleikr outside of the academy, or hearing him talk. He was never friendly. Ever.

Nacoma, meanwhile, had come up behind the BOB Special Officer, walking right past her.

"Black Order Battalion," she said calmly, walking up to Anastasia and checking up on her, "Any specific reason why you're here?"