Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27830834-20180707190947/@comment-27830834-20180731232347

Maxus blocks a strike that would have otherwise dislocated his jaw, answering with a hook of his own that thunders into Erik's tattooed cheek. Seconds after the first blow lands, Klaus' fist impacts into the Brave's side, landing but not doing nearly as much damage as expected. The collar of his jerkin momentarily slips down in the struggle, and you catch a glimpse of the edge of a flak-breastplate under his shirt.

Erik staggers backward for a moment, grinning with blood-flecked teeth. "C'mon hunter, show me a good time!" He yells, this time going into a full shoulder charge towards Maxus.

Two more Braves, a bald-headed man and a woman with severe rad-burns snaking up her left arm, rush towards Klaus, attempting to flank from opposite sides.

Cucholinn backs up to where the Bartender leans against the back wall, muttering frustratedly under his breath. He looks at the assassin before offhandedly grumbling "You may wanna duck." You hear something whistling towards your head from behind.

One of the Braves immediately spies Mildred reaching into her jacket and closes the distance, grappling with her. He's a wiry figure wrapped nearly head-to-toe in strips of cloth, though what skin you can see looks unnaturally thick and waxy, like the rind of a fruit. From within the folds of his multilayered headwrap you hear a heavily accented voice mutter: "Offworlders. No sense of fair play."