Thread:KingofYamsTere/@comment-40046693-20190815201930/@comment-33229352-20190817033515

Gevar had been trailing, taking her time behind the others. She had produced a single one of her metallic feathers and held it in her hand like a makeshift blade.

When she finally caught up, she was confused as to why they had stooped until she saw the woman holding Sword Stomach Man at knifepoint. Not wanting to miss some potential bloodshed, she pushed her way to the front of the group in time to see Sword Stomach Man do his magic.

"Weirdos." She said disdainfully. Gevar lunged forward towards the man and looped her arm around his neck, pressing the honed edge of the feather against his throat. "I'm gonna have to ask you to stop. I'll make sure she won't kill you if you stand down. If you don't, well..." she increased the pressure on his neck slightly. "I think you can take a guess."