Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190130124642/@comment-25828117-20190204221128

Knut could be heard laughing now. That high pitched laugh that had sounded so innocent earlier today, was now laced with dark undertones and confidence.

"Your wings weren't easy to clip, friend." The Nord said as he took his knife, ready to finish this.

"But Knut always ends up on top. Always."

He came walking, knife raised, ready to take the helmet off and slice the breton knight's throat like an animal sent for slaughter.