Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150302133749/@comment-24530992-20150309203441

Bryce slowly reached up slowly, but the knife pressed further against his throat.

"I said, don't fucking MOVE!" The man shouted. Bryce smiled, opening his mouth to speak.

"I just wanted to adjust the angle you're holding the knife at... A slice like that will only wound me, not kill me," he said, his voice almost irresistable. "Besides... What good is it in killing me? You're all already doomed as it is..."

As the man grew more confused, he loosened his grip on the weapon, bringing it further out. "Uhh... You can... F-Fix it..." He mumbled. The hostage grabbed the knife of the blade, twisting so that he was outside of his grasp. Before the holder knew it, Bryce had jerked his head back and brought it forward, headbutting the man directly in the face. He crumpled to the ground, and before he could react, the Breton had lodged his own blade into his neck.

"Attack them!" He shouted to the two women in wait, before running to tackle the man trying to kill the woman.