Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37523810-20181225230547/@comment-26545936-20181230192745

Fayard would jump up... really high as the helmet was at the very least 15ft off the ground and sliced at the helmet only for it to phase through the helmet harmlessly. Though the helmet did tilt back up to 'look' at him.

"What do you know about safety Sir Fayard? I am not putting anyone in danger, you are." She continued to speak in oppressive monotone, like no-one was just attacking her and she was going on about the weather.

The head swivels to Fayard's men. "Is this what the Order is? Killing innocents for being lost? Murdering those who have done nothing to settle revenge for another body? For the unempathetic who grin gleefully at slicing apart what doesn't look like them? If I was human I would be questioned and consoled, taken back to wherever you were to check for injuries and I might even be able to tell them about my home and maybe I could even get taken back to my house. Such is the 'unending' 'mercy' of the Order for their fellow human."

The head tilts down at Fayard, her tone hasn't change, but there's a sense of finality to her. "But because I am floating suit of armor, I am murdered, not because of what I've done, or what I could do, but simply because I am an unknown and therefore must be killed. I am lost, terribly lost, and he tells me to leave because he thinks I can handle it, or doesn't care."

The head turns back to his men. "Does the Order save the innocent, or does it murder them? Does it do both? I am quite curious."