Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-25808351-20180627225756

Gethin bursts to smoke, a cloud so large that it engulfs the entire area. Tirush is shrouded by the smoke. Her ears pick up the screeching of the hoard of Lesser Vampires that encloses her. Before long she is swarmed on all sides, being clawed and bitin by ravenous monstrosities.

However Tirush hears the familiar crack of Alburn’s rifle, and watches as a Lesser Vampire’s head turns to mist in front of her. One crack after another Alburn works frantically to help Tirush. He fires, reloads, aims, and fires again as quickly as his human hands allow him. While Armata keeps Corbin busy, Praetor bolts with Gethin’s sword in hand. However, Praetor is met with an unwanted sight.

Ahead of him, in the darkness, a figure appears. It moves slowly in anticipation. Marcus emerges from the dense abyss, his original greatsword in his right hand, the giant black greatsword he fought with earlier in his left. Walked toward Jorge silently, dressed in his normal black trench coat. The Wardog has come.