Board Thread:Role Playing/@comment-24852191-20170508171221/@comment-24852191-20170516183807


 * Just then, Acelin's blood returns to his body. He jolts up and screams in agony as he very sowly regenerates. His eyes flash crimson, but soon return to their brown hue. He sit's up breathing as he holds his chest. He looks up and scowls at Alucard as blood drips from his mouth. His eyes are full of rage.

Acelin: You son of a (bleep)!


 * He pulls out from within his navy blue trench coat, an AMT M1911 Hardballer Longslide. He unloads all seven of its .45 caliber Macedonian silver bullets into Alucard's chest.




 * Alucard stumbles back slightly as he laughs and takes the bullets.

Alucard: Good, I see you still have the will to live, you sad miserable little fool.