Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-25808351-20180824025948

(Everyone) “A rapturous future. But first I must recover my strength, and your souls and blood will do splendidly to that cause. Yours in particular Marcus. I can sense your Cerberus’ soul imprisoned within your gut. As well as my other sons, except for Barghest. His life and soul lost to the firebrand that circles above us. She seemed to handle you flawlessly.” Pramool glances up to Tirush for a moment, then returns it to Marcus.

“I will definitely make it a point to devour her soul.” He says coldly.

Acheron lowers his hand from the hilt of his sheathed sword and steps forward with his sword out in a none hostile fashion. “How do you intend to-“ He is swiftly silenced as a flash of red light slices through the air. Acheron watches silently as time seems to slow, his sword hand detached from his arm and flying past his face.

The cut is so clean that it takes a moment for Acheron’s blood to spring forth from the wound. As it does, he clutches his newly obtained stump and shouts with pain.

“Hmph.” Pramool scoffs. “It was not your turn to speak....”

Marcus grits his teeth and growls angrily as he couldn’t move unless he wanted to risk similar punishment. Armata’s eyes where not panicked but cautious, he watches Pramool intently as now blood has been spilled, assured that Pramool intends to make good on his desire to devour them all. Barnabus looks to Acheron with concern in his eyes. He wants to help his companion but any action outside of Pramool’s approval is will be met with retaliation.