Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-25808351-20190515014648

(Everyone) It was in that moment that Pramool’s right leg life’s off the ground and steadies over Jorge. The giant clawed appendage hovers over the Knight’s head, centering itself for maximum impact and result. Pramool’s large yellow eyes beam down upon Jorge with vicious intent and zero sense of mercy. The ancient’s soul comes crashing down with the force of sons of hatred. But Jorge sees it, feels it, quantifies it.

A black streak flies through his peripheral vision and a concussive force fills the air as the God’s foot hits solid ground. Jorgefinds himself looking upon Marcus, holding the great beast’s foot a bay. Blood squirts from Marcus’ knees. His arms twitch with overstressed tendencies. Marcus shouts loudly as he pushes Pramool’s foot higher to keep from Jorge.

With each push of Pramool, Marcus sinks more. “Jorge, I’m losing my shit here. Ya better get out now.” Marcus manages to spout, before a second surge of force from Pramool causes Marcus’ leg to eject more blood from the stress.