Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-28358106-20171203224133

(Hound/Blue team) "Let me tell you something, boyo," Eothred suddenly turns, his face full of contempt, jabbing an armored finger toward Marcus. "You laid me low, and soundly. I'll give you that.  But I've been in enough lost causes to know when I'm beaten.  I've fough in battles all my life, and I'm not about to die just to satisfy your cockchasing.  If you have to kick a man when he's down to feel high and mighty, then by all means get drunk with your foppish friend there." He jerks a thumb towards Armata.

"Bloody sellswords. All the same, the lot of them," he growls, leaving once more.