Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34818102-20181006162945/@comment-30014014-20181006204438

''THe man with the black hand turns to the source of the screeches. A larger-than-nature Grendel. Their leader? The man looks at how the rest respond to its screams. It seems to be their leader.''

''His postures is fully turned toward it, his eyes fixated on the larger and smaller ones, occupied at the observations. His black hand, again cracks under the orchid pulse. The black hand is charged once more, now pointed at the magenta variant. The crackles intensify, high-pitch filing his surrounding. And then...''

''...anothe gush of light fired forward to the large one. His black hand quakes under the power he expels forth, to give but little time for the big one to react.''