Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-8723280-20140419193959/@comment-11588669-20140419203558

He sat there, watching. Ambrose was always the one in the corner, who never could speak up. Literally, as a mute, most people tended to pass him by, or make fun of him. To prevent this, well. Defensive measures were created. Namely, the age old game of intelligence, and counter-intelligence. Smirking to himself, the mute stepped away from the table. The surface was organized with homework, both finished and unfinished. Idly, as he brought his massive sniper rifle up to his shoulder, he mused that he should finish it instead of slacking off. Then again, he already had the rough draft for the essay done, so it was literally just a couple of revisions, and rewriting. Shrugging mentally, the sniper took aim. His mind focused, body relaxing, but maintained his posture.

Should be interesting to see her reaction out of this...lesson for not paying attention to your surroundings... A wicked grin slipped across his bandana-covered features, with the brow of his hat casting a shadow over the exposed part of his face.

Inhale. Hold. Exhale. Trigger-pull.

The retort was loud, the rifle bucking in his hands. The hyper-accelerated round sheared through the air, past her ear, and slammed right through her arrow, leaving a gaping hole in the target. Inwardly, Ambrose was laughing his ass off.