Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160903233916/@comment-28358106-20160905025142

The Vampire hurls Conrad at Victivius, who disappears in a dark flash and reappears, grabbing him. He holds the Champion high in the air by his throat. Even now, Conrad kicks violently, his face defiant to the very end. He chokes as he clutches the Lich's arm with both hands.

"You...traitor...you...promised me..."

Victivius draws him close, His face inches away, His voice deeper than the chasm of the Void.

"I told you..."

There is a silken, metallic sound. Conrad gasps. The tip of a black blade emerges slowly, almost carefully, from Conrad's back, growing as Victivius pushes it through an inch at a time, Conrad kicking and gurgling...

"...You were not to injure Aegis."

His armor rusts and rots, and for but a moment his flesh ages, shrivelling to bone. There is a black flash and a shockwave, ashen fragments bursting into the air before drifting away.

Fragments of rusted armor clatter to the ground, smouldering...

"How touching," sneers Alcamarie. "And now remains the problem of how you will escape."