Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20140523050353/@comment-24260323-20140604193914

A small grin slowly curled on his face as he heard that there was an open challenge to fight the C.A.S.

Even though Ferron had fought enough to last a lifetime or two, it was still a guilty pleasure for to experience the thrill of combat one more time.

He slowly took the machine gun out of its case on his right thigh, methodically secured it to his prosthetic, and loading a 30-round magazine.

Slowly making his way out of the crowd, Ferron checked the sword on his left side, and slowly drew it from its sheathe, ready for battle as always.

"I guess it's time for one more battle, old friend." he thought to himself.