Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-69.31.217.91-20141120035513/@comment-24408187-20141214011520

Char watched him before leaping off the post and driving his fist into Plutarch's stomach. Before stepping back and delivering a round-house kick to his head. He glared down at the gold collar... It was his fathers. He hadn't realised it before, but the rust spot on the back. Now he had to win, unless he could figure something else to give the westerner if he lost.