Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-27550231-20180313010648

Praetor jumps up from his bed startled by the guards sudden appearance. He sits up in bed slightly dazed as he slowly starts to comprehend what has been told to him.

He looks at the guard in stupor until he understands what was said and springs into action. '"I'll be there! I just need to prepare for whatever we're charging into!"

He rolls over to his clothes and armor struggling to put them on as the effects of his training strike him full force. What would normally take him mere minutes dragged on longer than he would ideally like. Every movement brought annoying levels of pain to muscles he forgot he had but he continued to dress as he would rather be late and ready than early and unprepared.

Half an hour passed since Armata sent his guard to fetch Praetor when he finally limped into the throne room helmet in hand and a disgruntled look on his face. "Alright. Where are going. Who needs to- Tirush?"