LoneSniper87
Dirtyhands
Old Waterfront Steel Mill
Late Evening
Light Snow
Aryl took his coat off again, tossing it toward the door, the heat getting to be uncomfortable. He listened intently, a small group forming at his words. "If we do take the trip to go kill her... I wouldn't object. Not only would we kill a Fang enforcer, but I've been needing a good fight." He said, his spear going back to a handgun as he holstered it. His scars were now visible again and he rolled his shoulders back, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms. "But I only ask you have your own ride, I'm not having you ruin the cleanliness of an Atlas dropship." He said, nodding to his still blood-stained boots.
Late Evening
Light Snow
Aryl took his coat off again, tossing it toward the door, the heat getting to be uncomfortable. He listened intently, a small group forming at his words. "If we do take the trip to go kill her... I wouldn't object. Not only would we kill a Fang enforcer, but I've been needing a good fight." He said, his spear going back to a handgun as he holstered it. His scars were now visible again and he rolled his shoulders back, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms. "But I only ask you have your own ride, I'm not having you ruin the cleanliness of an Atlas dropship." He said, nodding to his still blood-stained boots.