Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160529172721/@comment-5824038-20160712134417

(Yah that's fair)

'I do not believe that we have any other option than to fight,' Glorfindel said slowly, after taking a moment to survey the surroundings. 'Those knights aren't going to leave us alone with the saint just because we say we are pilgrims come to worship.' He turned to the others in their group. 'Get yourselves ready, this will test us all! And if you are at risk of the saint killing you, do not hesitate to take your own life first! He can kill you permanently, do not forget that.'

And then the Brass Knight stepped forwards, his sword and shield in his hands.

'The Dismal Saint!' he called out in a loud, booming voice. 'My name is Glorfindel, the Brass Knight. In the name of Auriel, I find thee a false idol! You are nothing more than a heretic, and I sentence you to execution!'

He began to slowly advance towards the huge group of knights and monks, and the Immortal himself. He sincerely hoped that the others were ready for this fight.