Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26052600-20160302043959/@comment-26852465-20160307175400

The boy didn't respond.. he seemed to split into more red visages.. the main body, however, remained jet black. There were 5 visages in total.. inlcluding the one Armstrong was holding. The other four lunged at him; 2 up high, 2 down low.. the blackened body also took action.. his knife seemed to grow a red extension. The knife was about as long as a sword, now.. with the same soul cutting power as his visages. He swung horizontally.. how would Armstrong repel 5 attackers at once?

DM watched from the distance.. he wanted an oppurtunity to get Armstrong out of there. They should have been evacuating people, not fighting the enemy! Right now, it was too dangerous, especially with the Dragon now near them

Of the seven, only three remained: Heavy-320, Mage-502, and Paladin-004. The mage moved first; casting Supreme Hold on the Dragon. Logic and physics bent themselves in his favor, explosively forming a prison cell of space time around the Dragon. The heavy poised its auto-crossbow; launching no less than 56 bolts at the dragon. The Paladin merely raised its tower shield, to defend against those ruthless attacks.