Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26889090-20170128191625/@comment-27661770-20170129023157

Jack laughs, and stands tall, arms crossed.

"Your move, old man."

The somewhat imposing figure was made more so by the cold confidence and slightly eviscerated face on it. The sneer of a man who knew what he was doing and really didn't have any ability to underestimate wasn't helping.

And the simple grunt of pain and methodical look to see where to kick the Protagonist- who ended up flying across the room, through a wall- after his axe found his shoulder certainly didn't help that. The removal, throwing, and regeneration of the wound were all the warnings that this was going to be an uphill battle for Mister Wilson.