Board Thread:Non-TES Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20171215205822/@comment-24530992-20180114001109

The bullet, while not lodging itself in his leg, did manage to firmly graze his thigh. He cursed, his left hand instinctively moving to cover it.

"Dammit! These pants were not cheap to tailor," Marcus grunted, limping forward before raising his good leg and stomping down with whatever force he had on Karl's head, using his ripple technique to enforce it before he collapsed on the leg that was shot.

''I need to get to Mr. Joestar. He'll know what to do..."