Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-26832713-20190920204927/@comment-39803313-20191009201936

Stickler silently follows Feathers, camoflauged against the night sky. Feathers, angrily muttering to himself, walks along the empty street. Probably because I ruffled his feathers, Stickler thinks. He would be extremely annoyed but, from the look of that fight up ahead, it might be the most entertaining night of his life.

Feathers shoves his hands into his jacket pocket, utterly pissed at Stickler for disagreeing with him. Noticing the fight between the illusionist copper and the loud mouth vigilante, he swerves into an inconspicuous ally and starts loading his gun. Waiting for the right time to strike, he starts deciding who to side with in this fight.