Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26889090-20170128191625/@comment-27804235-20170129023847

IronBoy88 wrote: 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. Kevin: OW! *Gets up and comes back in the room through the broken wall, he then throws a peace of broken wood at Jack* REALLY BRO!?

(I actually got confused on "to kick the protagonist*, because I think you we're talking about Kevin.)