Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32885213-20171120220818/@comment-33719112-20171130203122

Another parry, Hollow just barely was able to break the contact of the blade to his armor. Each strike of the Darkwraith's humanity-cursed sword chips away at Hollow's blade, Hollow himself feeling the strange side effects of being blasted from what he could only assume would be 'Accelerants' of some sort.

The second Silent offered his help, Hollow was on his knee, the Darkwraith's blade bearing down on top of him, Hollow's own blade the only thing from certain death. Hollow, with the red plume of smoke still exiting his helm, nodding vehemently, holding on for dear life against the looming Darkwraith, whose cackle began to permeate Hollow's being.