Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161008211047/@comment-27550231-20161019235658

"Don't worry Ibrahim! You won't have to heal after this! I'm sure the heavens will do a good enough job scraping me back together! Besides I have more than one trick up my sleeve."

One more praetor concentrate and create a compressed fireball, only this time he holds it near his core while leaning forward. He staggers his steps and the fireball grows larger and brighter illuminating the whole tunnel. Raw sewage boils filling air with a worse stench than before. His hands twitch slightly and soon the boulder of flame leaps forward and engulfs everything in it's way. The moss is turned to cinder, the stone crackles and turns to glass, air turns hot and almost impossible to breath and Praetor... Once more he collapses, his armor glowing a hot white and yellow.