Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-25808351-20190605201307

“Then it is time to finish this foolishness to it’s bitter end.” Again Pramool reignites his aura and burns away the tendrils holding onto him. He returns to his monstrous form and towers over everything. His wings unfurl and begin to pump, the great gusts from this push everyone back as he starts to lift off the ground.

“You will survive this sister, but all others will burn....” Pramool continues to gain altitude, and with each pump of his wings Cerberus becomes more anxious and concerned. Marcus’ father turns and marches up to Armata and Barnabus.

“Lord Cerberus?” Barnabus nods.

“We gotta get him down, that bastard is about to destroy us all.” Barks the Hellbeast.

“How?” Armata replies coldly.

“You really think that blast he used to destroy the city was the furthest he could take it? He’s going high, then he’s going to rain hell upon us. The bitch provoked him and now he’s gonna scorch everything.”

“How do we pluck him from the sky?” Barnabus voice was now full of urgency, knowing full well this could be their end.

“We’ll clip his fuckin wings....” Cerberus says looking back at Marcus. “We’ll teleport over him and cut his wings off.”

“I’ll go with!” Herja steps up. “I can’t cut through those wings but I can distract him long enough to you guys beasts from being discovered.”

“Suite yourself.” Cerberus turns and marches back to Marcus. “Let’s go runt.” Cerberus then grabs his greatsword, clears an area and readies to cut open a portal.

Herja would say something to Celestine, but the goddess’ behavior has raised a red flag for her. The Valkyrie fills her sword with light and takes to the air. She flies courageously toward the giant monster, ready to do what she must.

“You serve a false beacon of light, are you truly ready to sacrifice all for that?” Pramool stares unmoved by the charging warrior.

“No, I am ready to sacrifice for those you seek to kill-“ Herja’s wings also begin to fill with light, and before Pramool can blink, she streaks toward him at blinding speed. She slams into the giant beast like a truck and drives her sword into his chest at the heart. Before Pramool couldn’t even react she was gone and attacking him at a different spot. She flew circles around him, like firefly zipping around a bear, stinging him repeatedly.

Pramool became enraged by the pest, but continued his climb the heavens and swatting at Herja the whole way. The old god reached his desired altitude and a great arch of energy began to shine in his jagged teeth. Despite Herja’s efforts to draw his focus, he continued to build immense power in his jaws. The destructive energy glow was like a ominous red moon in sky, saturating everything in it’s color. Hell looked as if it had claimed heaven. Cerberus wastes no more time and cuts open a portal. He readies his jagged ebony greatsword and looks back at his son.

“You ready?” His red eyes looking upon Marcus, zero sarcasm in his voice.

“As if I had a choice....”Marcus scoffs. The two rush into the portal and instantly Marcus is hit by a blast of cold air, as he realized he was free falling to the world below. The air passing by him was deafening, so much so he couldn’t even hear his own thoughts. Just ahead of him leading the fall was his father, poised yet enjoying the rush. They burst through the clouds, and Marcus could then see the battlefield and his target approaching quickly.

Both Cerberus and Marcus draw their greatswords and straighten themselves out to fall faster. Pramool continues to charge his attack, strands of lightning lick the air as the ground begins to tremble from the compiling energy. Clouds twist and the ground cracks as Pramool nears the amount necessary to torch everything. Suddenly he feels it. Like a god sword out of nowhere Marcus and Cerberus twist their bodies and swing their blades, both cutting off each of Pramool’s wings. The giant beast now plummets with his kin toward the ground, no way of stopping or slowing.

In the air the fight rages on as Pramool now looks to do the most damage given the situation. Marcus and Cerberus now fight to the best of their abilities as Pramool bites and swats at them. Cerberus is quickly knocked away by Pramool’s tail, leaving Marcus solo against his grandfather. Herja did her best to try and assist Marcus, but she was swatted away as well. Cerberus burst to smoke and landed on the ground safely, while Herja’s wings caught the wind and halted her decent.

She watched as Pramool grabbed Marcus and held onto him until the end. Pramool slams into the ground from the long fall and crater is formed from the impact. A mushroom cloud of dust and debris fills the air. Several minutes pass, no sign of either. Until slowly Pramool walks out from the crater. His eyes were glowing orbs of seething rage and his teeth were grit tight from fury. In his right hand he held Marcus’ greatsword, drenched in crimson.