Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25363089-20170729033202/@comment-30379057-20171223062947

The electricity and the knee strike made Bigby stumble back a bit, flicking his arm to wave away the shock. "Then quit messing around and show me just how angry you are," his helmet covered his head once more. He looked at her for a bit. "Just how long were you holding this back, I wonder..." He didn't mind the fact that she threatened his son. He was one of the last of the Rouge bloodline, a race of tan-skinned knights with unnatural speed, of course he could handle himself. "You hold a lot of prejudice against us, but what if I told you my family fought for a faunus royal family?" He released his long-handled cleaver. "This helmet belonged to the father before me."