Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30700719-20170313134600/@comment-30700719-20170525221803

I hear the Baphomet's calls. "I'm over here, ya pint-sized goat!" I yell, waving my arms above my head. As the Baphomet approaches warily, I roll my eyes. "Took you long enough. Now, before casualties are sustained, let's have a little chat. Now, while you may be more than a little upset for shooting at your camp, I'd like to make a variety of points known." I clear my throats and adjust my collar.

"One, I make it a rule to only attack if provoked. You were the one who shot first, when you sent up that flak. Had you held your fire, I would have gone on with my business.

Two, you vastly overrate the damage I inflicted. I openly admit to destroying your flak cannons. However, please note that I was not the only one there at the time. Your new friends over there also partook of destruction, far more than I did.

Three, why go to all this trouble? Why send a camp of lolis, primarily ground forces no less, to take out one man? If one man causes this much of a kahoot, then have fun amassing enough members for the Order's armies.

And finally, I highly recommend that you cease your efforts. As I have mentioned, I only attack when provoked. I am rather willing to overlook this, but if you take it a step farther, you will rue the day. I have the capability and capacity to lay waste to your precious headquarters, long before you return."

I finish my little speech, then turn back to the Baphomet. "So, what will it be? Leave now, and spare your allies from chaos? Attempt to capture me alive, and cause their grief? Or attack me with lethal intent, and be humiliated?" I wave my hand. The turrets in the trees hum to life, finding targets and calculating movements. "As you can see, I hold a good portion of the cards. True, I do not hold all of them, but damn, it's a good hand." I allow a grin to spread onto my face.

