Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160319173730/@comment-24141785-20160319232203

"And I'm sorry, but I'm dragging you back to your cell - dead or alive."

Armiel unsheathed his mace, twirling it around before gripping it tightly. He gave a smug look to the Dinner, ready for a fight.

"I'll let the dark-skinned lady go first." He remarked with a shrug, "I wouldn't want to disrespect no lady now, would I?"