Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20140416010717/@comment-5735114-20140417002532

Tyranil summoned his bow and quickly shot the syringe, causing it to shatter and the liquid to fall upon the ground, now incapable of causing any harm. He was used to shooting arrows out of bows when he boarded ships, and this wasn't much different.

"Oh, you so owe me your vote now...", he taunted, summoning his wings and settling into a comfortable hover, bow drawn.