Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141021150035/@comment-3293219-20141025163541

"I wasn't talking about your race, Imperial Dog!" The Ox lifted Horace up, ready to smash him into the ground but found himself crying out as he was stabbed in the back, by a dagger. He tightened his grip on Horace's leg, which, in itself was incredibly painful but it lead to him letting go of the Breton and letting him fall to the floor as he stumbled forward and fell to his knees.

"S-Stabbing me in the back... How predictable..." He grunted as he stayed in the same position, recovering from the attack as Nadira slowly shambled to her feet and staggered over to him, placing a hand on Horace's shoulder to support herself.

"You're outnumbered and outdone, give up!" She demanded, wincing and grabbing her ribs.

"I would much rather be crucified than be a Legion prisoner and give a harlot like you the satisfaction of seeing me beg for my life." The Ox replied, tightening a fist.

"Legion?" Nadira asked, seeming confused.