Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-27550231-20180313173124

Leaning over Praetor picks up his helmet and starts to stand before the groans of the chair become far to noticeable causing him to freeze in place.

"Capitol..."

He stays motionless planning his next course of action not wanting to make a fool of himself in front of the court but it was too late. The splintering legs of the chair giving way to his massive frame and collapse unto themselves as Praetor attempted to push himself from the wreck. But as if in a twist of fate or divine intervention the front legs gave completely leaving the knight crouching instead of supine on the ground.

He held his arms out to his sides teetering too and fro as he attempted to keep his balance before working up the strength to stand upright.

"Another happy landing." He chuckled before awkwardly putting his helmet back on to hide his embarrassment.