Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-35455126-20181004202849/@comment-36309590-20181013025954

Vitius goes flying and lands a few feet away. A small chuckle escapes his lips as he rubs his jaw, seemingly out of habit rather than from actual pain. "You're a fiesty one." He says. "I like that." Vitius walks over to where his cane had fallen and picks it up. He rests both of his hands on the pommel and leans on it in a non-threatening way.