Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170421200511/@comment-30014014-20170422194012

An interesting sight indeed, one bound to get more interesting as the tackle pretty much destroyed any integrity left that the armor had, causing it to fall by pieces.

First, the leg guards snapped out of their leather and chainmail binds, followed by his thighs guards, the inner and outer plates falling like heavy weights.

His second gauntlet, unfortunately did not survive the tackle as well, falling off with a loud snap noise. His shoulder and neck guard also peeled off like an orange's skin.

The only thing still holding on to the man was his chest and helmet, both in horrible condition. The chest plate looked like it was about to fall off as well.

The curious thing, however is that Oscar cared naught for his twisted scrap of metal lingering among them he now hesitated calling a suit of armor. That could be repaired easily despite the ludicrous damage that made it look like he walked through a forest of blenders and grinders.

No, his mind knew too well that monsters are more susceptible to 'passionate' reunions with their loved one and he was asleep in a coma for Balthazar-knows how long. A moment like this was not taken granted by them. "Hello to you too, miss" he responded with a timid hug of his own now that his flesh was all but exposed, with the only source of protection the ocean blue chainmail