Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26443603-20141116214500/@comment-29458028-20141119093013

Etienne was running, running from bandits that were chasing him, sword in his right hand. He smiled. They were actually no match for his aiming or martial arts, but he didn't usually kill people. Also, the whiny bitch he was carrying on his left shoulder was ... noisy. Etienne had been paid to capture the daughter of a local skooma dealing boss which he had came up against because he hated crime.

Except it was a trap and the moment he grabbed the girl, the crossbow toting drug lord came calling with his goons. However, they underestimated Etienne. They did not know he had telekinesis or fancy martial arts. He painted the walls of the hideout with blood, but more goons forced him to run.

Etienne sighed, sheathed his sword and fanned playing cards in his hand. He then flung them at his pursuers and watched as they were sliced up. He sorely needed a new deck, he was running out of ranged options.

(He needs the cards now, but later...)