Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32932951-20190302210357/@comment-27661770-20190305131639

"Is that a threat?"

Valentine may recognize the voice, and the danger that came with it.

Thousands of pounds raw lifting force, armor that you could forget shooting at most of the time, and a brain to match his brawn. He'd never failed a mission, and he'd been able to figure out how an entire faction's armory of weaponry worked by sheer trial and error.

They called him "the Demon" for a good damn reason. A one-man UNSC army.

Ysmael screeched again, and moved to grab the hook itself.

"HOW THE FUCK DOES THAT WORK??!??!"