Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-27550231-20161112041719

Praetor runs down the hall and stops when he hears the sound of something... crumbling? Marcus crashes through one of the many pillars in his way down the hall.

"Holy shit!" He slowly peeks around the corner and see Armata standing over Deidre, a murderous glare cast on his pale face.

"Hey! Asshole! What did I say about fighting people your own size!"