Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26052600-20160203043235/@comment-26852465-20160222195355

"...Fine then." Without hesitation, the human reels back, his fists clenched, and let loose a ruthless haymaker at Sir Armstrong. He seemed indifferent to his own disarming, and just went with the standard presented to him.

'''"A mighty unfair double-standard. I am no gentleman!" '''Seeing as how its greataxe missed, and its weight couldn't be pulled back in haste, the ghost formulated a new plan, as it reeled on arm back to itself. From the ghostly composition encompassing the armor, a new weapon formed: it resembled a ghastly greatsword, as though it were once living bodies, fused and melted into steel and obsidian. With all priority on Armstrong, the ghost swung the weapon at him, full force.

Meanwhile, DM calmly walked passed them, and tried to access the other room. Much to his dismay, a barrier of magical mesh seemed to impede his progress. It had both light and dark elements to it.. at this, he sighed.

"You people and your rudeness..  coulda just been like 'ey, we're on break, go on ahead.' But no.. and now I fear for your dignity.. human, other.. ghost armor thing."