Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-27550231-20180706031851

With great care and purpose Praetor reached for his own mighty sword and removed it from its hefty scabbard, holding the blade out like a spear he kicked his legs out and readied himself for what was to come.

"Armata! Drive me into him so we may pin him to the wall! We have but one chance so what do you say? Want to pay back that SOB for betraying !"

Praetor spread his legs in preperation for a charge as if he landed he would need to hold onto the beast or risk falling to his death. He hoped that he hit nothing vital. He hoped that he did not outright kill his friend as the aftermath would be too much for his family to handle... his family. The Iron knight repositioned his sword rotating in an attempt to avoid taking out his entire spine should he hit, now all he had to worry about was tearing him in two.