Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150307233515/@comment-5543592-20150308232244

Perdix glanced down at the knife impaled up to the hilt in his gut. It hurt like a bitch, but he'd just fended off an assassin and willing become a human shield. He was rocking the tough card now and he wasn't going to give it up now.

"I'll live." He looked down at the assassin and then back at Valkyrie. "Do you need help getting back into the bed?" He knelt to inspect the assassins body, looking for a note or any evidence incriminating Armstark.