Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161008211047/@comment-26288702-20161026234300

Samuel:"NOOOO!" He watches the life leave his brother's armor.

Samuel unsheathes his knife and pulls himself toward Praetor, his dead leg, limp drags behind him.

Samuel:"Hoping to rehabilitate?! Yet you kill so easily?! To hell with you and this world!"

Samuel raises his knife and does a futile attempt to penetrate Praetor's boot, but the knife bounces off our hero's shoe.