Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20141006193518/@comment-25038310-20141016154208

Jackson walked abit closer towards Sander.

"Funny.. able to talk that much at gunpoint... perhaps I should shut you up.. Who  are you? "

"I'd prefer to stay anonymous.. "

"Preferring things won't stop me from torturing you if necessary.. " He said, standing a few meteres from Sander and circling around him, still aiming his pistol at the individual.

Sander sighed, and turned to the explosives that stood  layed on the ground, about 15 metres away.

Jackson sheathed his pistol, and drew his black bladed cutlass instead.

Sander frowned. "What are you going to do with that? You think that my trigger finger will be slower than your arm? You are clearly underestimating m-.. "

Sander was interrupted when his arm fell down on the ground. He looked at it in dismay for a moment. Jackson had done a lightning fast slash, which effectively maimed him. He grabbed for his other gun, but was stopped whne Jackson grabbed his remaining arm, and held his sword across his throat.

Jackson grinned now. "Woops. Sorry. My arm .. 'slipped'.. not so though are you now? " Jackson didn't notice that Sander's arm was slowly regenerating, bones and muscles reforming.

Sander smiled. "Effective.. but I'm afraid that just cutting off a mere arm won't do anything.. " Sander replied.

A few moments later, his arm had regenerated, and evaded the sword that would've cut his throat if he hadn't dodged it. He punched Jackson, staggering the swordsman that couldn't dodge in time. with his other arm he quickly grabbed his .44 and fired at the explosive. The explosive would harm atleast a quarter, if not half of the crates if succesful.