Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-27550231-20161112045246

Praetor rubs the soot off his helmet and walks in hounds direction.

"Hey what can I say? She's got the hots for me. Hell, she sent an entire army to protect me from ol pasty's pets. Not that I needed saving! Ha! Yeah..."

He sniffs and wipes his "face" with his gauntlet.

"You look like shit... got messed up trying to save little debbie?"