Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26253133-20160725220911/@comment-26253133-20160726163828

Clark took her word for it, and held tight to Arya's hand.

(Inside Parkton)

The militia had formed, and marched onward. They searched high and low, until finally finding the Minotaur in an alleyway. The army was about three-hundred strong, all clad in the steel armor, some had theirs tinted blue. Most had shield & sword, others longswords, and some were archers. At the sides of the small army, were mages, prepped with fire spells. The Mayor stood above them, on top of a house so he could look over the impending fight.

"Miss! You have smashed our front gate, and injured our guards! Stand down, and I promise we won't hurt you." his voice sounded raspy with age.

Nearby, Jon Howard strolled along towards the direction of the militia. He looked bored, obviously since there had been nothing to do all day. In each of his hands were brass knuckles, attached to the top of the handles were long, jagged knives.

"This had better be good." said Jon, fists tightening in anticipation.