Board Thread:Galan Adventures/@comment-5008281-20151106234518/@comment-10870881-20151108204933

Jerry looked down on the hooligan he had just winded. "One punch and you're out? Looks like I wasted my drink." He grabbed a cloth and started wiping down his arm, cleaning off the beer, blood and adjusting his crossbow, which had gotten jammed while retracting. He turned to the man with the glow-in-the-dark sword and the ranger with the chair spotwelded to his ass. "So what're you lot talking about?"