Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20191001220546/@comment-24510587-20191016002839

The man stood still, letting them close in - then, he cloak split open as he came into motion, his leg shooting up into a high kick and the heel of his boot impacting on the first legionary's jaw. In but the blink of an eye, he'd already shifted his weight back, using the leg he'd kicked with to pivot towards the second guard as his right arm shot forward to punch the guard in the throat, quickly followed by a left hook that sent the legionary crashing into the wall - knocked out cold. As the first legionary recovered from the kick, the man had already turned his attention back to him and first kneed him in the stomach, then elbowed him in the back of the neck, thus putting him out of commission.

With the legionaries dispatched, the man stepped forward and grabbed the fat Imperial by his collar, properly revealing three that had only vaguely been visible during the previous flurry of blows: one, he was sleeveless, two, his skin was an ashen grey, and three, he had red tattoos all over his arms that glowed very faintly in the sunlight.