Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31595069-20190612013012/@comment-30655593-20190623231430

''Oculus would keep hacking and slashing, the blood flying left and right, the adrenaline flowing. He had lost track of time and the bodies he made bite the dust. As he looked around the enemy's numbers were indeed outnumbering there's but at the same time between Cyn'a constant rain of fire and the occasional spray of bullets from Abe's men,  Allaynas destructive magic, and the truck size hail the enemies numbers were cut down to 1/5 of their original number. Perhaps around 200 of them left? Somewhere around that number... Oculus took a moment to look himself over for wounds to only finding he painted himself a crimson red, whether if it was his own or the enemy was a complete mystery as his body's natural painkillers hid any hint of him being injured. It left him feeling a bit disgusted. Even so, he kept onwards, feeling like a mindless animal as his swords sliced through enemy after enemy.''