Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-25808351-20160801182023

My sense of logical tatics is gone, I no longer care for finesse or strategy, all is gone. I will meet my foes the way my father would. Like an animal, but all reason is not lost. The objectives still remains ingrained in my mind. {Ibrahim is to be set free, without him the mission is a failure. B-line for Ibrahim, destroy all in your path.} I stand up, high and proud. Conrad spots me quickly.

"So, the 'Hound' lives. I would have thought Victivius would have killed you, no matter. Become ash!" Conrad raises his sword, pointing it at me. In an instant a bright beam of death flys at me and explodes with destructive force. A cloud of smoke lingering in my place, all watch waiting for it to clear. I lunge forth from the smoke and dust, sliding down the slope of the crater at insane speeds, I crash into the ground with a boom. My weight causing the earth to shatter, more dust is kicked up in my wake. I burst throught the cloud easily topping 60 mph on foot, sword trailing behind, ripping through earth and rock like paper.

Undead form ranks to stop me, but they only serve as reminders of my strength. In mid-sprint I swing my blade, a gale force wind sends the undead flying like leafs on a strong wind. Conrad raises his sword once more to counter my advance, but is met with me face to face. He jumps back far to gain ground and raises his shield, ready to fight. But I ignore him, planting my sword into the earth, I walk up to Ibrahim. He's weak, but nothing a stiff cup of coffee or a shot wouldn't fix. My hands wrap around his bindings and with little effort I break them like sticks.

Ibrahim slumps to the ground. I kneel beside him and put my hand to his shoulder. "How've you been, my friend."