Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20180819161859

Once more, Prad creeps to a closer tree, forced to stop as the weight of his wounds reminds him of his grave state. A dagger stands out on one of his hands, still writhing with the desire to inflict destruction.

The flash's momentum ceases, the implications, as clear as day "Ohh...the man of iron is in danger..." His quiet voice betrays the sense of urgency. His eyes see his power conflegrate against the entity's in a lifeless land covered in black soil.