Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150203191459/@comment-25038310-20150210213908

Sander jumped back, dragging the heavier Cleaver back with one hand. With another push of the lever, the Saw-part of the Cleaver flicked back in its original position. He had his clockwork revolver dangling on his belt, as he had to unequip it when using the cleaver in its longer ranged form.

He watched, aptheticat the regeneration. The Cleaver had slowed it down partially, but not much. Now that the smoke had cleared, he could fight more effective.

He made eye-contact for a few seconds, as a smuggish grin appeared on his face, although the only thing that could be seen of it were the cheekbones that rose abit above the bandana.

He attempted to grab his revolver with his left hand - expecting that his opponent would most likely try and stop him from doing so. A movement of his right hand, the one carrying the Cleaver, indicated that he would attempt to do something with the close range weapon.