Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20170912001628/@comment-26383377-20170920154735

The troops reteat to a line behind the sergeant. It's clear their terrified, but they maintain formation. Some of them even lower their visors to hide thier fear.

"One moment, boy." The sergeant quickly said to Johan, he clutches his sabre, still pointing it to the Leader. He sighs, and turns his head, nodding to the soldiers.

They get the message, and shuffle back some more. One steps over to Johan, and places a hand on his forearm. "Come on, friend." He tugged slightly at arm.

The Sergeant slowly took a step forward, he removed his triangular cap, and dropped it to the floor beside him. He slowly started to approach the Cheetah. "Excuse me, sir. But I'm afraid my pride won't allow me to back down. You'll have to finish it..."

He looked at his blade, then to the cheetah's bare paws. "I assume you don't have a blade?"