Board Thread:Role Play/@comment-28568547-20160721140452/@comment-26253133-20160726014427

Clark looked down, almost sad.

"I didn't want to have to do this..." he reaches into his coat pocket, pulling out a pistol labeled:

Beretta M9

He cocks it, and holds it at the ready.

"You guys get Destiy to safety, I along with the others will fend off those Order Fellows."