Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-4059927-20160914130216/@comment-4059927-20161125181141

"Guys," Gregory became irate, as if arguing with little children. "We aren't retreating from this, but fighting them back there was not the fucking plan."

Erick threw his arms up in displacement, as if he were ready to fight Gregory over this. Both knew better than that however. "There are moments for planning and moments for taking action. We should've fucked those pretty boys up!" His skin almost turned red as he fumed with anger.

"There were four of us, I'm not denying your abilities in a fight. Me? I'm not much of a fighter. I can take Tad, but what about Bryce, Bif, Malcolm, what if Derby even showed up? Those numbers don't work in our favor." He calculated the chances in his head and knew that their success rate was pragmatic at best.