Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-27550231-20180715045103

The knight watched on in dismay as he knew too well that he could not stop Tirush any more than he could take on Marcus. If only he had fully regained and kept his strength, if only the goddess would swallow her pride and aid him... if only he would swallow his pride and accept it.

Turning his back to the battle and moves further up the prison in search for its masters, at least he could hope to harm them with his skill and arms alone. At least he would be more comfortable fighting the unknown abominations than his old friend.

As he stalked the halls an all to familiar scent filled his nostrils and caused his body to ache. He did not know what lay in the floors above him but it was a battle and any battle could lead him closer to his goal of freeing Marcus... '''Layoka? Was I not supposed to save her? Was I not the one who should have carried her out of this-'''

His thoughts are interrupted as the sight he was beholden took precident. He peeked from the corner of the steps watching the Violet energy lashed out in all directions vaporizing all it touched all except for prad who stood at the epicenter of the storm. He would not dare approach him in his current state so he prepared to assist from afar, blocking his doorway with the tower shield and launching bolts of flame at the mob that circled his comrade.