Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150325215538/@comment-24942837-20150328005421

Emeric continued on, reaching Asgarne. He jumped, performing an overhead slice at his legs or lower back. Down came the blade, like a knife to hot butter. Reaching the ground, he rolled forward to Arrie, standing in front of her and blocking her from any direct oncoming damage that would come.

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"Now's not the best time!" The Vigilant bolted off to chase that Nordic fellow.

"Typical Nords," Lannister said nonchalantly, walking forward and following, his esteemed associate by his side. "Running off to attack each other like two bears quarreling over a bush with snowberries in it."

"You'd be surprised at how sophisticated bears can be when they want to be," Ser Bronn replied.

"Really? Bears?" Lannister paused, turning around to look at Bronn. "Look at what you're speaking of, Bronn. Bears! It sounds like as if you'd prefer to bring them over for a cup of wine than kill them."

"Well I might. Probably better company than you."

Lannister mocking placed a hand over his chest. "I am vigorously offended."

Ser Bronn shrugged, walking forward to casually aid the Vigilant. "I'll buy you some wine later. You'll forget all about it."

The Imp shrugged lightly. He probably would.

The Nord unsheathed his blade, nodding for the Breton to take out his weapon. "Why should I help? I don't even know this person."

"That's not true."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah. You just met him when he told you to piss off."

Lannister said, "I was not aware he made such a vulgar remark in my presence. Does he know who I am?"

"Probably not. But I do, and I don't really give two damns either way." Ser Bronn jogged over to where Emeric was heading, keeping a steady pace and saving his energy. His Imp companion followed his lead.