Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-27550231-20180508060829

The flames subsiding Praetor let go of Prad and stood up to face the vampires, his vision went black and a sick dry yet wet feeling crept down his back as his blisters popped with his movements.

"Ow... Maybe I shouldn't have done that."

The two minds fight the overwhelming urge to drop to their knees and pass out as they would kneel for no one, surrender to no being and show weakness to his enemies.

As one they drew their molten sword and readied for battle. The world around him was dark and clouded so he closed his eyes. The ground beneath him shook too and fro so he anchored his feet down. His heart roared loudly in hie ear drowning out almost most of what he could hear.

He had not been able to properly rest in too long a time. He was dehydrated and lost too much strength due to Tirush's fiery blast. His ribs ached, his spine was stiff and all around he felt pain. Yet he was determined to not let this stop him. He would defeat the vampires at all cost. He would not show them any emotion, let them know of his connection to any of the prisoners lest they use it in the future. He would fight as it was all he could do. All he knew how to do. The only thing that he should do.