Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-26288702-20180323231959

“They are a very spirited bunch...” Acheron comments, his tone as flat and as stoic as the expression on his face. The scorching heat from from the burning buildings and produced by the group, put the Armata and Acheron’s cloaks in a constant state of movement. Embers and ash float up past them as they watch the carnage continue, until Acheron notices Armata staring off in the distance.

Acheron shifts his eyes to the left and sees a second wave of Lesser Vampires swarm over the hilltop outside of the village. Their various colored hides make the swarm seem like a multicolored sea spilling over the hill. The swarm descends upon the village, scrambling over buildings ripping through the rubble and flooding through the streets. The swarm breaks off into three large parties that target a specific party member.

Armata counts at least 40 to 50 Lesser Vampires per group member. A giant Fledger of 8 ft in height slams into Praetor and clashes upon his shield. It’s strength apparent as Praetor feels himself being pushed back. Though the beast’s ferocious slashing and clawing over Praetor’s shield is manageable, the problem lies with the large group rushing directly toward him.

Prad finds the Lesser Vampires swarming his position on all sides, their drooling maws poised to bite. Suddenly they all rush Prad at once, barreling through fencings and jumping over cobblestone walls. Tirush is attacked from the front, a flood of Lesser Vampires rushing toward in a fashion similar to her own. Tirush looks over her shoulder just in time to see three Fledgers leap off a rooftop behind her and descend upon her.

At long last Armata moves. He turns to smoke and slowly weaves down to the ground. He reforms in the middle of the hoard flooding toward him. Armata raises a hand and a pillar of fire bellows forth and disintegrates a dozen in one blast.

Acheron moves into a full sprint and leaps off the roof he was perched upon. He lands on the ground with a thud, then back into a full sprint. He grabs the hilt of his sword, and like a divine hand unleashes a slash that cuts through several Lesser Vampires so clean, the beasts don’t even realize their dead until their upper half separates from their lower. Acheron begins carving his way through a small group, working his way to Tirush.

Prad, surrounded, but calm. Holds fast, a Katakana lunges toward him until he hears the BANG of a rifle. In that instance the Katakana’s head erupts, and the creature flops to the ground, twitching as it’s cranial contents seep onto the ground.