Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160903233916/@comment-28358106-20160904202316

Hound stands unsteadily. His injuries are beginning to take their toll. He breathes hard, supporting himself on his sword as he props himself up. He takes a step forward to head back outside when a bolt of fire roars past him, just in front of him, impacting on the far wall and exploding. He whips his sword up and turns...

On the far end of the massive room, he sees two figures several hundred feet away. One of them raises his flaming hands for another strike...

"...Papa, wait, wait!"

"...Marcus?"

Ibrahim lowers his hands and takes several steps forward, raising his voice across the distance. "Marcus, where is Conrad? Is he here?"

Lucida points back behind them to the stairwell leading down. "Uncle Marcus, Praetor is dead, and the Crucible made a visage of him that's trying to kill us! He's right behind us!"

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Armata disappears in a flash of shadow, reappearing in front of Conrad, ducking as the massive blade sings just over his head. He swipes out with his claws, Conrad shunting his arm and striking Armata on the back of the head with his armored elbow. The edge of his shield comes down where the Vampire's neck was, burying itself in the ground---but Armata isn't there.

Conrad looks up to where the Vampire has teleported, perching on an outcropping. He beathes heavily, having spent a great deal of his energy dodging like he is used to doing. The howling wind throws his coat behind him as he stares down at Conrad.

"Getting tired, I see? What a pity." Conrad leaps up onto the ledge where Armata is.

The ledge is narrow. Buffeting winds slam the sides of the Crucible, making standing difficult. Conrad points his sword at Armata...