Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-24487330-20151127182015/@comment-24487330-20151128180849

Panic set in anew as the salamander delivered her ultimatum to Marcus, just as he'd dreaded. Just like she had sized him, he tried to look for some kind of indication of her power and any possible weaknesses...except he couldn't find any, and there was no telling what kind of hidden strength she could muster. There was only one thing for it: he grit his teeth, pulled his hunting knife from its sheath on his belt, and stood up straight, preparing himself for the worst.

"(This whole trip was a stupid idea,)" he muttered as he took a ready stance. "We both know who's gonna win...but if you get a charge out of kicking the crap out of losers like me, then go ahead and do it. You won't be the first...probably not the last, either..." His will to resist might have shown if it wasn't clouded by the hopelessness in his tone. Still, he didn't back down; if he was going to be enslaved, the salamander would have to bring him to his knees herself, even if it would be an effortless task...