Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170611015924/@comment-5583506-20170612011906

Torbjorn's grip around the greataxe tightened as he became aware of the Centurion's prize. "You call yourself a man of the law, but I know your type. I've seen your like before. Buried plenty of them myself. Weak, pathetic, disgusting creatures, every last one of you. You lay one hand on either of those women, and you will find yourself gazing up at the stars through seven feet layers of dirt."

Tyrus grabbed a couple of his throwing daggers, recognising when a battle was about to occur.

Shanks released a vial of unknown content from his belt, knowing just what to do when the first blow was about to fall.