Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-26288702-20180419032011

Under the pressure of Tirush’s grip, the Knight let’s go of her ankle and the blade of Acheron’s sword. His armor clad arms wrap around her. One around her chest, the other reaches and grabs her face. Just like Tirush, the Knight unrelentingly applies pressure, squeezing the Wyvern. Immense stress is put upon her, making breathing almost difficult.

The two stay locked, unrelenting. Until, Barghest erupts from the fog and in true opportunist fashion, delivers a devastating kick to Tirush’s side. The Knight lets go of her at that very moment and she flies several yards till she hits a tree.

“HAHAHAHA! What’a Shame, she wrecked that helmet of yours. The smiths won’t be happy about that.” Barghest offers the Knight a helping hand, which the Knight ignores. He rises to his feet, his steel clad hands grip his helm and pry it off of his head.

It is that moment that the regenerated Armata looks up in time to see the being in the armor. It is none other than...

“Marcus...”