Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150415205542/@comment-5824038-20151015192538

Meledran listened to all that was said, but remained silent. This was not his fight, but he would take part. Aggie was just an enemy to him; he had very little understanding of what was being said, and he didn't really care.

Right now, they had to kill Aggie. Right now, they had to kill Francois. Right now, they had to save the city.

He stepped forwards, the heavy metal plates of his boots clanging and clanking on the stone floor. A cutlass was in his hand. He didn't remember drawing it. He also had a pistol in his hand, there was probably a bone bullet in it.

And then he decided to speak.

'Sander, this discussion is just wasting time. Don't worry, you can finish her off.'

He raised the pistol, aimed at her midriff, and fired.