Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-27550231-20180424195047

Sensing the residual DE in Marcus' touch the Ignis flares up with excitement. It had been too long since it had tasted DE and it was intent on gorging itself while it could. The flames leaped out to his exposed face and joyously gnawed at the destroyers skin and hair, the flames growing more and more intense the more it consumed. The holy flames burned Marcus b spirit and body, the fire spirit forcefully tearing any DE from him and leaving only charred connections and painful memories. Should Marcus not close his eyes he could loose them, should he do nothing his once rugged looks would be burned past the aid of any DE regeneration.

He knew that freeing himself from Jaghund's grasp was nigh impossible. He knew that in his state he could not overpower him. He knew that he was facing his end here. He found a sliver of peace in the thought of being free from his burdens, free from responsibility and any inconvenience. He was glad that he was loosing to someone who was leagues above him, one who's victory over him would not tarnish his legend. Once more he felt whole as he closed his eyes and awaited the end.

''And thus ends the legend of the champion of man. Dying without a fight. He could not even lay a scratch on that foul mutt's hide.''

As his feet left the ground he found new resolve. He would make this fight one to remember, he would pay Marcus with scars of his own. It was only fair that he give him a memento of such a victory. And so he grabbed onto the arm that held him up and brought down the blighted horn into the opening of the Hound's armor. The demonic horn sank through his armor like demon silver and delivered it's blighted payload as they pried the blade too and fro causing as much damage as he possibly could. He would make sure that Marcus remembered this, if Vivictus's miasma didn't kill or take the memories he tried to give him.

"There dark one. I have held my end of the bargain. Now hold up yours."