Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170203204458/@comment-25808351-20170217214514

"JUST DON'T DROP ANY ON ME OUT THERE!" Marcus shouts to Cynd as she flies away. He turns his attention to the gate and begins marching toward it. The guards have all abandoned their post to check on their families. Marcus pushes open the giant wood and steel gate, one hand on each door. The massive doors creak and groan as he effortlessly pushes them open. He peers out at the massive army. They chant, scream and howl for blood.

He examines every little detail he can as scans the field. Cyndwella's counter attacks strike with devastating accuracy, Armata trails through the sky as he were death itself. Marcus locks his gaze to a single soldier up front. The man holds a pike high in the air, a tiny body tied to it. Marcus squints his eyes to get a better look. It is the mangled remains of an infant Hellhound. His eye grow wide and his irises flare blue as he rushes forward at a blinding speed. Marcus explodes into the wall of soldiers like a titan and send dozens flying through the air, except for one.

His grip tightens around the neck of the soldier parading the Hellhound child's body. The soldier kicks and gasps for air as Marcus hoists him up by the throat.

"Biiiiiiiig fuck mistake...." Marcus growls. Without hesitation, he grabs the soldiers lower jaw and rips it off, then his crushes the soldiers neck like a plastic bottle. He tosses the lifeless corpse to the ground and turns his attention to the charging soldiers.

"From darkness I spawned, to destruction I'm drawn.... Today, the world watches me." Marcus grabs the hilt of his greatsword and brandishes it. The titanic blade crashes into the ground.

(To be continued)

(Ok guys, that is a wrap. I'll get to work on the next RP.)