Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27603392-20140617030930/@comment-11588669-20140619033306

"Maybe..." He muttered, eyes flickering from thug to thug. "Maybe not..." Echion decided to do something, instead of sitting there.

He decided to ask them a question.

"As stupid and cliche as this sounds, what do you want?" He called out. The answer was as ominous as it was dramatic.

"Your head."

"Well..." They stepped closer. Echion cracked a small grin. "That makes this much easier." Another step...Echion shot forward, greeting the leader with his shield. The metal-reinforced wooden apparatus slammed him right onto his ass. The gladius came across to deflect a spear, the warrior using his shield to smash through the shaft. He continued his spin, the blade lashing out across the throat of the spearman.

His shield came up to smash the man away, giving Echion a bit of room to breathe. The leader was back up, and the front of his armor was cracked. Shoddy iron. The warrior shook his head, and darted back into the melee.