Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32663439-20150609040541/@comment-29458028-20150610043141

Damien leaned against his bike, chewing on an energy bar. He was sent on an investigation trip to Helgen by a group of superiors, who obviously didn't want to go there themselves. It wasn't exactly his favourite thing to do. Damien hated going to destoyed places, since he didn't want to be a splatter on the ground after a second wave of destruction.

"Hey, kid, hand over your cash!" laughed a burly man, who picked Damien up by the collar. Damien wasn't wearing his armor and he wasn't taking any weapon. It looked bad for him, since he was quite thin on the surface. The man didn't take in his biceps, though.

Damien instantly lashed out with his leg, catching the man in the groin, so he was dropped. He raised his fists and blocked a clumsy swing, catching the hand and twisting it, so the man was forced to spin. Damien follwed up with a kick hard enough to tear all the tendons in the man's left leg, before he just let go of the fist. The man fell like a sack, crying in pain.

Damien searched the man's back pocket and found a wallet, which he emptied of cash. He threw the wallet in the man's face and said "wrong move, buddy, wrong move. You made me drop my fucking energy bar, asshole. Now I can't eat."