Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20161001203130/@comment-24071055-20161004014049

Muerte finally came across the scene that was unfolding. "A fight..." He stayed in the shadows, chuckling to himself. 'Neither side will win.' He thought. He planned to stick around for the end. If the ones he was hired to kill won, he would come in swiftly, with no remorse and attack. If their assailaints won, he would simply go back and hopefully he would see the person, and say the job was done. Win either way.