Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26052600-20160203043235/@comment-25547106-20160222185853

"They've given us a sporting chance, Sir Dread. However, I am afraid I must decline, gentlemen." Armstrong states, walking up to them, his poise seemingly relaxed, but Dread and DM recognize the tensing of his muscles. The possessed armor and the hero swing their weapons, Armstrong avoiding the greataxe and catching the longsword by the blade with his gauntleted hand. In a twisting jerking motion, he wrests the sword from the hero's hand, still holding it in his own. "If a gentleman is to do battle, it is with his fists and his own Moxie!" Armstrong chastises them.