Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20190330012716/@comment-32932951-20190401022231

D4C grabs Ben by the throat and holds him a good couple feet away from Valentine. To everyone else except stand users it would just look like he's floating.

"You can't listen, can you? Small meaningless people like you that get in the way of my work are what really kickstart failure. Time, is something that isn't to be wasted. Your wasting quite a bit of my time as of now."

D4C's iron grip tightened on Ben's neck, to the point where indents of his fingers were starting to show up on Ben's neck. Ouch.

D4C let go of his grip, dropping Ben onto the grass.

"Poor thing, your in pain on the ground like that. Here, allow me to help you."

The 23rd president of the United States of America delivered 4 swift healthy kicks to Ben's ribs with his shoes. He kicked hard, not enough to make him bleed. Why would he ever get his shoes dirty with someone as low as t h i s.

Valentine spat on the ground infront of Ben.

"If you weren't my ally, you would have been dead before the moment you could even lament your grave you dug up. Rigby, if he dare interferes show him what real American heroes are made out of."