Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-34458033-20161123051130/@comment-26821421-20161126004646

Bryson shot up, drawing his swords.

He teleported in behind the man, with the lights turning off, his left arm restraining the man's arms and the other pressing a sharp blade to the man's neck. The gun was forced out of the mans hand by... Well, nothing. The door slammed shut.

"Who the hell are you and who sent you?!"