Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161008211047/@comment-26288702-20161025040142

Maxim shouts in pain as Samuel raises his mace form off Samuel's foot. Samuel charges forward swinging violently at Praetor, knocking over the priceless armors and items in the room. Maxim regains his composure and charges into the fray, while Sir Grakul paces back and forth as the three clash.

Samuel:"We did earn our titles!" Samuel shots in between massive swings. "We bleed, sweat and triumphed, same as any champion!"

Maxim unloads a volley of controlled thrusts while maintaining a steadfast defense, but his movements are weakened due to his foot.

Maxim:"You trained us and the fact that you hold us in such little regard, is a sign that you do not hold yourself in high regard!"

Armors are toppled and trinkets smashed as the knights rage in combat, their weapons clashing rings out and echoes in the corridor. (Going to bed, you guys rock!)