Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-30014014-20190201062752

His body had never been devised to strike a physical blow, nor take much of it. In this case, dodging was easier for the young man, for who taking a sidestep to avoid the siffling helm.

"My strength? I don't...I was never gifted with anything..." Prad's mind spirals into attempting to decipher the meaning behind his words. Surely he can't speak of actual fists, his ineptitude all to evident for anyone with an eye for physical confrontations.

"Then you best present another equal, or risk failing the only one sparing a glance at you.."