Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-27950421-20190531015402

(He ignored Grimron? Well now his feelings are hurt.)

Pramool finds his face full of scales, claws and flames as Grimron steps through a cloud of mist and slams an armored knuckle into the gods face. Upon impact, the blow hurts him no more than any other strike from a mortal, if powerful creature. Less than a second after though, Pramool suddenly gets the sensation of an unfamiliar divine power surging through the strike and sending him tumbling away.

"You may wish to reconsider your evaluation of us," growls Grimron.