Board Thread:Roleplaying Boards/@comment-27939230-20161104143425/@comment-26821421-20161104214147

(Alright then!)

Bryson was leaning against a building, panting hard. His turtleneck sweater was torn, blood-stained, and damp from sweat at this point.

"... Jesus christ."

He lifted his blades, both of which were covered in blood, and dullen.

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Worcestershire was perched in a tree, scanning the below area