Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-25808351-20190615003824

Pramool focuses his gaze on Grimron, and with little movement is suddenly upon Grimron. Pramool grips Grimron’s upper jaw, pulling the beast’s head upward to it’s limitations.

“ME! RIGHT HERE YOU RUNT!” Marcus shouts.

Pramool lets go of Grimron and turns to Marcus, his cold breath upon the smoldering aide is like ice to humid climates. Pramool marches toward Marcus with greatsword in hand. Marcus looks to Grimron.

“Get rid of the barrier. I want my sword back....”