Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-27550231-20180908035121

With little time to respond Jorge clapped his hands together and faced his palms out to Paramool, allowing the dark ignis to erupt outward and reach out to the dark lord rushing to them. Had he the time he would have tried to focus his attack. Had he the time he would have aimed for more than an instant. Had he the time he would have tried anything else. But he had no time to think, only to act and Armata demanded his action.

Jorge held his arms out firm and let the dark red flames run free as the roaring blooms of flame and hatred reached out expanding exponentionally to consume all the surrounding air. Had any hair remained on his head it would have certainly flowed forward as the miniature vaccum of heat attempted to draw all within its ever wanting maw.

The knight let the air escape his lungs and felt them grow cold as the fringes of his world grew dark. He could not keep up such an attack without breathing, and as of the moment his flame had consumed it all.