Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190421032824/@comment-29038468-20190505043752

The chain whip causes nothing more than 'clank' sounds against my armor. The armor doesn't dent or scratch, but inside, the sound echoes as if the armor itself were hollow. "This land ill needs a ruler through your methods! A throne built on bones and revolution breeds just that, bones and revolution! You think the way to rule is through opposition and cutting down your enemies? Someone with that belief COULD NEVER RULE!" I yell sending out slash-waves from my sword.

Ophelia starts groping around until she grabs something fluffy. "Please tell me this is someone I know..." She mutters.