Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191103030646/@comment-27666783-20191111044024

Carefully balancing the heavy chest, Bertram leaned it on his own weight, propping it awkwardly against him. Chenguang moved inward to place a large paw under the chest, motioning to give the chest to her.

"Its fine. Its fine. Ladies and Gentlemen I have it." Bertram remained adamant, maintaining possession of the box. The Jinko squinted, an unspoken chiding of his awkward stance clearly demonstrating a certain strain. He attempts to intercede as the conversation began to turn hostile, as the Apprentice began to see the two warriors square off, their composure failing them, their words spitting ever more venom.

"Gentlemen I-" But as he spoke, the titans would overlap his smaller imposing presence. "Please, for the sake of the crowd." Bertram's head would turn toward Praetor's mention of 'a more efficient way' to combat the threats they face. The box strained in his hands, heavy. A more efficient system. "I have a solution for a more efficient system, one of fairness to contest the Mamono thre-" Intruding was meaningless, the two have dug their heels, they would not concede. Bertram could only watch as Beorthric sunk his hand into his shoulder, collapsing Jorge's shoulder. "By the Pantheon…" He muttered.