Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-27550231-20180710024334

"Thanks... I don't know what happened back there. My mind went blank for a moment and then... I just hope I didn't kill him, I'd rather not have to bring his corpse to Samia and tell them what happened."

The aspect of Jorge reaches out for his sword, the fragment of the ignis finally answering his call bringing the sword along with it.

The aspect of Praetor stoops down collecting the two before he makes his way to the downed Marcus, shield and sword still raised for an attack.

"Marcus has been downed Tirush! I'm goin in to see if he is salvageable! If not... if no I'll give him a warriors death! What say you?"

Praetor had all but forgotten why he was in this world, why he was fighting Marcus and why he was allied with Armata. All that lingered was battle and survival. If he wanted to luve he had to destroy all that wanted to harm him, all that wanted to kill him. If Marcus could be persuaded to aid him then good if not he would return home in spirit if at all. His soerd and eyes acted as one as they moved in tandem tracking Marcus's every twitch and limb. He would no longer hesitate. He would no longer give him pity nor mercy as he was not shone any. Those eyes were that of a monster's and so he would become that as well if he wished to survive.