Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-28358106-20160826193640

Jeiel turns, ready to defend himself. He begins to say something, but he doesn't get the chance.

A mass of dark fur and teeth grabs him, its jaws snapping, giant fangs inches from his face. Massive claws slash at him as he pushes against the Grizzlie's slavering maw. His breath exhales as an extended gasp as he is crushed by the immense arms, struggling...

Impact, then immense pain. He tumbles and tumbles, finally coming to a rolling stop on the ground. The giant Lieutenant lowers his shield, having connected the massive shield bash with both of them. Jeiel picks himself up, ready to fight again, his fury rising, but it is replaced with despair. On his hands and knees, he looks around...

There are no longer sides. No battle lines. All are attacking the failing, weakened Oblations, who are resisting, but dwindling rapidly. The Paths are no longer people, but beasts.

He looks forward. The advance has paused, a short distance away. The massive ranks have parted, and from between them walks a man clad in holy armor and wielding a massive, gleaming blade, his eyes like the Wolf as he circles his wounded prey...