Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190130124642/@comment-25828117-20190201002743

Graicus got rid of the axe hanging from his belt and lobbed it aside.

With the other hand he got his gladius from its scabbard.

The gladiator had always been best at close-quarters combat. Usually his bulk allowed him the advantage of tanking any damage done to him, but not always. This would be one of those times he thought.

The cloak around him was shed as well, sliding down to the ground when he undid the string by the neck. It would just make his movements feel awkward if it was left to cling around him. He'd get warm enough from the exertion gained by fighting this thing.

Graicus stood sturdy like an oak, almost taunting the minotaur to come do something about it. He bared his teeth in a menacing scowl. Eyes fixated on whatever the beast would do next.