Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28718853-20200409224613/@comment-30014014-20200409225646

With so many walking automatons nearby, it was to be no surprise that his conveying feet, coated in armor, passed for silent steps.

Even from what looked like the entrance to the forest, the man, permeated in what looked like light armor could spot the fall of a rather heavy individual, spurned down by another similar of its kind, glimmering under the reflection.

However, it was the rumbling cascade of the initial fall that shook his focus, his eyes, once lined on a page of a bright gray tome inscribed with an armored hand on the cover.

Looking at the apparent damage sprawl even from his distance, it was obvious that there was trouble afoot, spurning the reader "-...and his hand shall gracefully cover that which cannot cover itself-".

Closing the book, he immediately starts running toward ground zero, inserting his head-encasing helmet on, a hand on his weapon of choice and his tome latched in shackles on his back.