Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170125214247/@comment-5543592-20170127180904

The kid turned away and went running off to be fat elsewhere.

After a few minutes more, the archer exited the house, and said two words.

"Go in."

He then descended the porch and walked off, leaving the door swinging on it's hinges.

"We're taking you to Fort Williamette, our stronghold." The Senior Knight told him, before the round fired by an anti-material rifle blew his brains out. The resulting boom from said gun resounded only a moment later. The armored man teetered, and then face-planted, his fall shaking the earth.

"Man down, man down!" The female Knight yelled as both Knights took cover, likely into a radio. "We're under attack!"

"Who dares challenge the Brotherhood?" The other boomed through his microphone.

A block down the street, a man wearing a metal helmet that shielded his face peeked his head out from behind the wreck of an old semi-truck.

"Charge!" He cried, and several more soldiers in metal armor appeared from behind the truck, and others from an alley way a block in the other direction. They began to open fire on the remaining two knights, who crouching behind a cement road divider.

"It's the Red Hand!" One of the knights cried.

The Brotherhood had walked into an ambushed, and Timothy was caught right in the middle of it all.