[It's been many years since Gut's had done a night watch, usually in the cold around a small fire with a few other men unlucky enough to draw the job. He taps the brass knuckle against his leg and scans for movement.
Makoto may be sneaky, but a stray bit of streetlight reflect off the car and outlines him. ]
Oi! [Guts is already jumping down, fists ready. You think he won't kill for this car. ] Get the hell away from my car!
guess who rolled a 19 on perception
Makoto may be sneaky, but a stray bit of streetlight reflect off the car and outlines him. ]
Oi! [Guts is already jumping down, fists ready. You think he won't kill for this car. ] Get the hell away from my car!