Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-25808351-20171203231407

(Flame/Doc/S9/Scorn/BT: Sorry guys, Marcus is going to get a bit tough.) As Lumbre charges, Marcus moves instantly. He dodges the punch and grabs the club out of the air with his bare hand. With Lumbre in a vice like grip Marcus flings her aside like a light weight stone and charges Eothred with the speed akin to an Elven assassin. He grabs Eothred's collar and shoulder throws the knight to the ground, pinning him.

"You don't EVER tell me anything, Knight. You think because you wear that armor you have an understanding of all around you. Many times I've been in your situation. Outgunned, outnumbered. More times than you can count. I've faced gods, monsters and so fucking much more. Ever time i did, I held fast. I stood my ground. Odds are there to test us, our courage and drive. You maybe facing an impossible fight, but running away and bowing out is nothing but cowardice, in my opinion."

".... 'Knight'.... that's your title is it not? If you were a true knight, you'd cut the cry baby bullshit and stand for the challenge. I've seen a knight clad in black steel stand up after being burned alive by his pyromancy.... You haven't even remotely scratched that surface. You still have strength to walk? Then you still have strength to fight!" Marcus lets go of Eothred and steps back. "Impress me some more."