Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170414051133/@comment-30014014-20170415155624

"Sir! We will take care of this plebian! Leave it to us!"'' his knights shout in a solemn stance, their swords raised mighty high. A ray of sunlight pours down on them despite the night being prevalent. A holy magic, no doubt.''

Roland looks at the two of them and nods his head, taking a seat on the majestic throne carried for him by the previously defeated elite troopers "Show him the might of our noble Order, my flawless knights. Make his unfaithful soul burn in your light!"

''The two jump in, fists clenched toward Oscar who's gauntlet enable small extended broad mithril. Seems this would start 'as 'a fist fight...''