Frances would step to the side as he snapped his fingers and his eyes glowed through his masks eyes as a mage hand would go to grab the cleaver with 'Max' on it.

17 on attack roll to grab the cleaver

Last edited by WoodrowLand (3/22/2018 12:01 pm)

After Marty grabs the small cleaver, and Frances uses his magic hand to grab the large cleaver, the fridge passes them both, with only the medium cleaver left atop it.

<Hey,> a voice in Frances's head says, as he grabs the cleaver, <you know what'd be great? Kill the rest of these guys. You have a cleaver in your hand. It'd be super easy.> A slight pause. <Just an idea. No pressure.> Another pause. <Do it.>

Frances would look around and then to the cleaver as he heard the voice in his head. "...a living cleaver? And blood thirsty I take it." He said, talking to the cleaver. "Also, no. These guys are good." He said putting the cleaver on his belt. "I'll give you blood later." 
 

Frances would pat the Cleaver. "Again, you'll get blood later." He said, looking back at the two and said "Living cleaver, blood thirsty it seems." He said. 

He then looked at the cleaver and said "Speaking of which, you got a name?" He asked.