"Or what! Big knight is gonna come over here and Fūck me up?!" [i]The woman angrily shouted. She walked next to JT and shesthed her sword, brfore grabbing her Kriksboc-19 and tossing the strap around her. She aims the rifle at the man from her hip, though she points it at the ground. [/i]"If you can't Fūck me or fight me, keep your mouth as shut as the closet, fag!"

~At this point, Siegward was PISSED. He drew his blade, the mythical Stormruler, and out of pure rage, slammed it onto the ground at the woman. The ground shakes and breaks open~ [b][i]I am Siegward of the Knights of Catarina... AND YOU SHALL FEEL MY WRATH!![/i][/ b] [i][u]Oh dear...[/u][/i] ~Solaire looks onto the conflict, clearly noticing that shit was about to hit the fan~

"Heh, that's a tactic I taught her... If the enemy doesn't fear you, then make them so pissed that they start making mistakes." [i]JT responds with a slight chuckle. He pulled a cigar from his jacket pocket as well as a lighter, lit it, and placed it in between his lips. [/i] [i]Diana executed the flan flawlessly, so much so that she even chuckled to herself slightly. Jessica decided she wasn't going to partake in an ass whooping, so she went to join JT and Solaire. The redhead took a more tactical stance with one leg in front, the same arm extended to hold the barrel of her gun in her right hand. She was looking down the sights of her assault rifle, watching the man through her red dot sight. [/i] "Now that I've gotten you up, let's fight." [i]She calmly says to the man. It became clear then that it was all according to a set plan. [/i]

~Solaire thinks of something awfully rude, and walks over to Diana, unarmed. He whispers something~ [i][u]If you really want to piss him off, make fun of his armor. Please. He won't know what to do.[/u][/i] ~Solaire laughs a little, then backs off. Siegward, on the other hand, holds his shield in his other hand, and moves towards you~

"Dude, I don't know what's worse - That armour or your mother after birthing your fat ass."