Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191103030646/@comment-27666783-20191111044024

Carefully balancing the heavy chest, Bertram leaned it on his own weight, propping it awkwardly against him. Chenguang moved inward to place a large paw under the chest, motioning to give the chest to her.

"Its fine. Its fine. Ladies and Gentlemen I have it." Bertram remained adamant, maintaining possession of the box. The Jinko squinted, an unspoken chiding of his awkward stance clearly demonstrating a certain strain. He attempts to intercede as the conversation began to turn hostile, as the Apprentice began to see the two warriors square off, their composure failing them, their words spitting ever more venom.

"Gentlemen I-" But as he spoke, the titans would overlap his smaller imposing presence. "Please, for the sake of the crowd." Bertram's head would turn toward Praetor's mention of 'a more efficient way' to combat the threats they face. The box strained in his hands, heavy. A more efficient system. "I have a solution for a more efficient system, one of fairness to contest the Mamono thre-" Intruding was meaningless, the two have dug their heels, they would not concede. Bertram could only watch as Beorthric sunk his hand into his shoulder, collapsing Jorge's shoulder. "By the Pantheon…" He muttered, the crowd around uttering a loud gasp and shout, a reactionary panic to the grotesque display of force. "Beorthric man, do not do it!"

The crowd began to panic, fear, anger, calls of violence began to break out. Bertram turned to see individuals being held back. He laid the chest down as Beorthric roared, pointing to one of the Order sentries. "Get the Champion out of here before he turns this place into a bloodbath!"

The Archaic Guard continued to check his surroundings methodically, skillfully eyeing the crowd. Without even glimpsing toward Bertram he said, "I don't answer to the Inquisition and I especially don't answer to you, boy! If he wishes to kill every last slimey lifeform in here, it will happen!"

Bertram let out a gutteral groan, the insolent shits. Damn Beorthric! What Bertram would do if he could create the body of an Archaic and the heart of Jorges. The man's performance could not be denied, the man's contributions to the Order could not be denied. He could recall men of his caliber bringing even the mightiest of monsters low, crippling monster hordes and rendering them quivering. It was terrifying, the way he could drag his victim a special kind of hell of his own making. His kind of attributes were always in demand. Perhaps the worst part, was that Bertram could understand where he was coming from.

Bertram turns to Chenguang, "Get ready to make a hasty run for the hills if this place turns into a riot!" He calls over.