Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20160117201116/@comment-5824038-20160131183900

One of Azirath's shots missed, whizzing past the thugs. The other shot hit the leader in the side. He staggered back, grunting from the impact, but didn't seem to care all that much. It seemed as though he was wearing some kind of protective body armour.

Xarxes swore under his breath as he dived to the side where he was out of the line of fire.

'What's all this noise?' came a voice from the other side of the room. Fjornak Iron-Cloud had entered the room. He noticed the thugs at the other end as Arnuad's gunshot took one out, a bloody mess explioding from the back of his head. 'No!' he yelled out in anger. Another gunshot came from the thugs; Fjornak's head snapped back and he fell to the ground.

Talyaras had taken this opportunity to rush up to the sabre and hoisted it off the wall before darting back behind the wall. She tested its sharpness by softly running the back of her hand along it. It was devilishly sharp as she soon found out.

By now the thugs had run out of gunshots, and without reloading walkede into the room, their weapons at the ready. There were only three of them now, but they could still be dangerous.