Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-5385060-20170712203930/@comment-5385060-20170716220145

Leroy was so angry, his head was too hazy with the red mist of rage to even focus on rhymes. "Hell yeah, you're going to help," he snapped at Ryan.

Using what Leroy had at his disposal, he grabbed a passing white shirt wearing bully, his fist raised ready to punch the bully right in the spotty face. "You see some dropout kids, dragging a girl along?" The look on his face implied he wasn't someone to be messed with.

"TO THE HOUSE OF MIRRORS! DON'T KILL ME!" the bully pleaded, shielding his face with his arms.

Leroy let him go. "Get lost. You tell anyone you've seen me..." He pounded the palm of one hand with the very fist he was going to punch the bully with.

The bully nodded profusely and ran off.

Leroy had to calm down. He'd never gone through such rage whiplash in a long time. He muttered something to himself. The way he moved his hands, it had to be another rap. Once he was done, he was no longer in any mood to punch the next kid that crossed his path.