Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-27550231-20180322232027

When feeling the telltale jerk of the acent Praetor opens his eyes and kicks his feet forward letting the momentum carry him as he falls, executing his roll. Not wasting any time he draws his shield and sword mid roll and sprints int town. His runs with a limp, his arms scream in protest but he continues regardless. Lives are on the line, human lives, and whether or they were from his domain they were in danger and he would have nothing of it.

Tower shield in tow Praetor rammed into the nearest group of creatures forcing them away from the terrorized villagers.

'"Leave! Now!"

Praetor raises and lowers his sword time and time again digging deep into the creatures. Praetor continues forward never back, the wall of black iron steadily advancing as he draws the creatures attemtion to himself.

Finally, we do what we were meant to do.

'''Yes... this feel right. It feels more natural, it feels right to kill these things unlike what we used to do.'''