Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5726563-20130922144658/@comment-11588669-20130925120956

He started, then regained his composure. Walking to the chair, he sat down, then glared at the smaller boy.

"What the hell Messer?"

Not even waiting for a response, the mercenary continued, his voice tinged with regret. "Yeah, I did this. And out of hand may be a bit of an understatement. By the end, she had a tweaked shoulder joint, sprained ankle with hairline fractures, a broken nose, possible brain damage, a concussion, and a large amount of blood loss." He gestured to his arm. "Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on how you look at it, my blood type is O. So, well. Guess who gave you a transfusion."