Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20150228041051/@comment-7489529-20150303043522

The man held a comically large revolver in one hand, holding it above his head and putting a finger in the other ear. Pulling the trigger, a large cloud of confetti came out.

"Fight!"

Rather lazily, Seager ran towards Panama, dragging Lamia Scale behind him. The weapon was incredibly resilient, and he had never had to sharpen it before. It left a large rut in the floor as he ran towards his opponent. Reaching her, he attacked with several powerful, but rather slow, slashes to the extremities, trying to get her off balance.