Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161008211047/@comment-26288702-20161025021725

Samuel:"You trained us well in combat. But you failed in philosophy. You now consort with monsters yourself! Yet you question us? Hypocrite!"

Grakul:"I taught these boys better, I'd hoped your mentor trained you better, but I guess I was wrong. Kill me, and I'll tell you why I fight for Armata!"

Grakul readies his Greatsword, Maxim readies his standard Order sword and shield, while Samuel readies his 2-handed mace. These 4 proud, brave warriors lock in an intense stare down. Each a battle hardened servant of their God. Praetor knows full well their capabilities, as well as their reputations. Samuel charges first, his mace high above his head, the floor cracks as he charges his attack.

Ibrahim and Hound watch stoically from the side lines, ready to support Praetor at a moments notice... but both know, Praetor can handle himself.