Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-6975131-20130928221634/@comment-11588669-20131005022010

Nox laughed, the cold sound echoing. "I know thier power. And I don't care. I've killed plenty of criminals. And I'll keep on taking contracts on them until they kill me. A safe life? I've been a human carving before. What part of being a mercenary is safe?"

He lept down, and landed softly. The blue haired teen unholstered his pistol, and aimed. He pulled the trigger, the mechanisms engaging. The hammer struck the end, and the bullet spat forth.

And thudded into the dumpster behind Sid, the round penetraiting it. The thud of it hitting the wall behind the recepticle reached the merc's ears. He'd give this man one last chance.

"The Dragon's will be torn apart. This paramilitary force, is comprised of some of the best ex-military, mercenaries, and even some ex-Hunters. All trained and prepared to kill for their families. Can you're Dragons say the same? They don't have to hunt you down one by one. They'll pick you off, group by group. Until the only thing left are your leaders, and a few henchmen. You'd be forced to fight on their terms." Nox had some of the highest respect  for this organization. He'd fought alongside them a year or so back. And they'd royally kicked his ass in the kill count.

"I'll give you one more chance: Tell me why you're here. And I'll let you run back to your masters, to tell them what you've found out. It's your call, make it wisely."