Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150802210117/@comment-5543592-20150803202416

The arrowhead imbedded itself in the plate on his left shoulder, and Scire simply yanked the thing out by it's shaft.

"Of course." Scire replied, rising to his feet, watching his target bleed out. Scire mumbled something, that sounded almost likea prayer, before turning to Hawke, offering a smile.

"We make a good team, yeah?  You're my chauffer and I do the shooting." The second half was a joke but the rest was genuine.