Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-27550231-20180324080109

Praetor struggles to keep the Fledger at bay his sword occasionally finding it's mark on the beast when he swings but the swarm of smaller creatures take the brunt of his attention as their sheer numbers make them more of a threat.

"Now is not that time Armata!" He growled striking down several creatures in a single swing.

We can't save more people if we go down you know!

And controlling the Calceolaria is more difficult when you can't concentrate!

Praetor attempts to keep his influence over the fire blossoms in check, attempting to draw them away from the fleeing villagers and to him. He strains to keep the wild ignis in control finally willing the vines of flame to amass into a bouquet of iridescent red flowers. Once more he whispers and once more they burst this time in greater numbers as the hundreds or petals hungrily spiraled and consumed all the bloodthirsty beasts before him. They swarmed their prey like bees covering them completely in painful burning sting but left nothing but ash in their wake.

The more the flames consumed the more ravenous the became soon even Praetor felt fear as the growing swarm circled him and the remaining fledger.