Isa : Anisim Misolav
A smile spreads across my face, as he puts the gun in my hand, and shrug a shoulder at his choice of target.
"Such an unimaginative and thoroughly predictable grunt. You need to find some flavor before you go stale."
Isa checked the chamber, and safety, both were in ideal positions, then took aim and shot the rope, three feet from the ground, cutting the bottom of the rope clean off. Though doing so in no way endangered Roxy, except possibly startling her into losing her grip. Isa flipped the safety back on, and dissembled the hand gun carefully examining each piece for wear and grit. It needed to be cleaned, but was not showing any signs of wear, yet.
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