Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26052600-20160117153631/@comment-26852465-20160118032836

"The fit can survive alongside the weak!" Lyle shouted at her, a snide, open toothed grin on his youthful face. "Why, just take me, for example! I, a fit, excellent specimen, am coinciding next to you, a less strong specimen that sends her friends to freeze! I can feel the fear in you!"

His free hand unclenched, though he still kept a hand on his sheathed sword. "If you accepted yourself under my tutelage, I, Lyle the Magnificent, could iron out your cowardice, and turn you into a fine holy crusader in training, like myself! So what'll it be, bunny lady? Shall we coincide? Or..." His sword began to undraw from his sheath. "Shall I act upon Survival of the Fittest?"