Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170414051133/@comment-30014014-20170415021451

''Oscar intensely watched the two attempting to approach him. While in range to subjugate him, their position did not change. Neither attempted anything, to a perplexed Roland. To him, the knights of the Order were of the greatest caliber of combatants that existed on the face of the earth.''

''Nothing could 'flay' their armor, even less destroy them, for they carried the blessing of their patron god. None could hope to beat them in a one-on-one combat, from the lowly bandit to the most esteemed freelancer soldier. They were the best of the best, from the most powerful organization and therefore, equipped with the top-tier gear. And in this case, especially, there were two against one.''

''Then why? Why were two of the most prestige knights to exist refused to apprehend the lone man, a mere bandit in false armor, no less. His eyes diverted from his petrified men to the 'bandit' His eyes are burning with arcane fire, even if dim and shallow. He could not believe it. Were they afraid of him? Him? A low bandit who is simply running in a knight's armor?''