Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-4681758-20140320232139/@comment-4681758-20140325215815

If there were two things Ciarán knew, one was when someone was giving an implicit order, and the other was how dangerous an angry woman could be. Especially when they were pumped with adrenaline and wielding fiery claymores. Giving a respectful nod, he wordlessly walked off, and set off on his motorcycle. Soon enough though, he got a call on his Scroll, and answered through the headset in his motorcycle helmet.

"Ciarán!  I just saw a giant hoard of Beowulves heading west tow-"

"Lemme save you some time, Rose.  Already took care of it."

"What?!  You're shitting me!"

"I wish."