Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-27550231-20180721194110

Mustering another burst of strength The knight pulls himself level to the corrupting blade until he could lay both hands on its hilt. He dare not lay his eyes on Paramool unsure if he could turn the minds of men with a galnce.

'''We ask for one simple thing dark one. We ask for ground to stand on. We ask to be able sto stand here and now, stand firm wherever we require to take this creature down.'''

Praetor presses his legs against the obelisk freeing himself and the dagger free from the obelisk.

(I want to fly but not really. Like stand in the air.)