Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150415205542/@comment-25418438-20150503013349

Kilkrane fell back into the bar with a smirk on his face, the bullets that hit him where all located in the chest region, so the imperial was coughing and wheezing. Kilkrane staggered to his feet and smirked "I remembered you always shot first without thinking", the thief tapped his chest and a metallic sound could be heard. "a thick plate of ebony, no way your shots are getting through that first time and I should know the guy I stole it off was bragging about its durability". Kilkrane dropped his gun and picked up a bottle of colovian brandy. "Now we can sort this out like gentlemen, or we can proceed to continue firing pistols at each other, although I am a bit outmatched in that regard"