Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190130124642/@comment-25828117-20190204193937

Knut let out a low groan, unlike his usually high pitch.

The nord stumbled back from the force of being hit right on the stomach with the metal edge, tumbling over Graicus. The gladiator did not wake from the weight that lay sprawled over him.

"get him." The nord wheezed, voice practically gone.

The assailaints including Knut wore clothes made out of thin layers of some sort of skin. With the loose laps of flesh wrapped tightly around their wiry frames with string. None of them looked exactly alike, with little differences in skin-tone or added fur here and there. They wore wooden masks shaped in angry screaming faces.

A facial expression that no doubt matched their own underneath.

Knut's companion got a spiked club loose from his belt, ready to bludgeon the knight in his helmet.