Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20160726000337/@comment-27550231-20160804010013

In an instant I grab onto the length of his sword and pull him in for a headbut and break his nose. He reels back a bit, but still manages to hold on to his sword. He stands on Dasha's table bleeding all over her wares and she looses it.

"HEY! WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE! YOU'RE BLEEDING ON MY WARES AND GREATELY DE-VALUEING-" Withount hesitating Bromwell kicks Dasha's face causing her to sway and falter. Dila and Tayla then rush in and drag her out of the booth and away from the now giant crowd. They whisper to each other wondering what kind of trouble Dasha has gotten herself into today.

Bromwell: "Let go of my sword you overgrown child fu-" I don't give him a chance to finish his sentence as I pull him down and wrap my hand around the entire circumfrence of his neck. A dark and deathly tenor surrounds me as I slowly apply pressure and lift him up to me. My eye's seem to glow red through the darkness of my helmet and peers into the depths of his soul.

"Don't you DARE call me a pedophile! I can shrug off many things, you can make fun of my size you can make fun of Dasha! If there's one thing I can't stand is being called a LOLICON PEDOPHILE!" A few of the loli monster couples shuffle nervously at my outburst. A baphomet who overhead this angrily stomps her way into the circle and tries to exlain the beautiful depravity of little girls.

Baphomet: "How dare you insult the..." She stands there in shock as she sees the entire scene  unfurls before her. Bromwell in a lamia skin cloak kicks the air trying to get a solid footing on anything and struggles to try and loosen my iron grasp. A tower of a man stands inside a vendor booth a broken sword in one hand and a flailing man in the other. On the floor there are two danukis fanning another smaller danuki who is bleeding from a strike to the face.

I slowly turn to face the baphy who dared to interrupt my rage. Everything seems to dissapear as I glare in her direction. The natural instincts in us all kick in. every fiber in her body tell her to flee but her body won't listen. Her knees weaken, her eyes start to tear up and a small puddle forms under her as she falls to her knees.