Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-25808351-20190617234322

In the pulsating realm of raw comprehension, Armata is in a desperate struggle to the thumping mass of flesh Pramool guards radically. Armata’s powers do not function in this place, thus each hit he receives is devastating. Pramool slams Armata to the ground, putting his face to the floor. The Vampire lord struggles to move as Pramool in a domineering fashion, places his boot to the back of Armata’s head.

“When I finished dealing with you, I will finish you thralls.” Pramool sneers.

Outside, Marcus and Pramool fight relentlessly, Marcus bloodied and broken still fighting on. His breathing heavy, his coat caked in mud and blood. His limbs tattered and his body adorned with wounds. These only inconvenience him, as he powers through his situation. Marcus is relentless in his assault on Pramool, throwing uncontrolled punch after uncontrolled punch. But each is meet with savage retribution. Pramool then swings the greatsword he took by force, at Marcus’ midsection. Marcus catches the blade by placing his left hand on one side of it, then his right hand on the other side, using his strength to stop the blade.

Blood drips from Marcus’ hands as he holds the greatsword in place, both he and Pramool growl at eachother in anger. Given this moment, Marcus draws back his fist and punches Pramool hard enough to knock any god unconscious. Pramool staggers, half conscious.

Inside, the internal figure of Pramool staggers as well. Armata using this moment lunges and bares his claw like nails. He cuts Pramool’s throat and dashes for the heart, jamming his hand in the pulsating mass. Pramool screams in agony, booth his internal and physical self. Armata bares his teeth and wrenches his hand deeper.

“Immortal, is just a word.” With a final twist of his hand, the internal personification of Pramool’s heart explodes, and the reality crumbles away. Armata now floats in darkness.

Outside, the god’s body topples over, his eyes go white and his form shrivels up like a husk. Marcus steps back and collapses to his knees.

“The son of a bitch did it....”