Board Thread:Roleplaying Boards/@comment-26273552-20161105143616/@comment-26821421-20161108020544

Bryson's senses were half-way to fucked up, but he still had his survival instrincts intact. Those were one of his most prominent insticts, even when almost drunk. He turned, while trying to bend underneath the punch, and simulataniously reached for his baton... It wasn't there?