Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161008211047/@comment-28358106-20161023033547

I continue my excising of the armors. As I continue, there is a shadow behind me. One of them has managed to get behind me somehow; its leather plates making less noise than the others. It draws a long-bladed knife and thrusts it into my lower back.

Hound sees it first. My wards break as I gasp in shock, spinning, grabbing the armor as I fall and pulling it on top of me as I plunge to the ground.