Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-69.31.217.91-20141120035513/@comment-25686329-20141124235522

Sob glanced over nervously to Quinn and mouthed a silent, distressed "Holy Hell" before turning his attention back towards his opponent.

He assumed fighting stance, though it was more gentlemanly than that of a street brawler, a swung with a right hook, which collided with the boy's jaw. Blast, he was more solid than he looked.