User blog comment:NyricTheDeceiver/The Last Hunt/@comment-26322734-20160228000129/@comment-23854671-20160228032900

Hans moved his cigarette to the other side of his mouth, with his usual scowl on his face. He was wearing his favorite grey jacket, with the hood above his head. He was also wearing dark blue jeans and black combat boots. Strapped to his back is his katana, and in his grey holsters he had his dual desert eagles. He was certainly prepared for the best. He was expecting this to go south, and when it does he would be ready, with a snarky grin on his face as he ends all of those bastards. Just thinking about it allowed the grin to begin stretching across his face.

The sound of the gunshots made him even more anticipated. While he wasn't getting paid for this, he could get behind ending some of these bastards. Who knows, though? Perhaps this could all be settled peacefully. Hans certainly didn't hope for that.

(Intelligence + Investigation check = 4)