Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191120203148/@comment-30014014-20191221180027

@Hound

They do not relent, some of them, taken to a cross-shaped weaponry. A sword, translated to half of their existence. Fleeting, temporary. Those that removed their palms from the fire flickered from sight, only to return, crashing flames in amethyst hues.

All the while, one of them twitched. The cross on its face punctured. Invaded by another presence. A foul presence. It was more...composed. More deliberate. It watched, hands behind its back, watching the ballad of its bretheren. It looks straight at Cerberus, seemingly aware of their futility, a dark helm now concealing its head.

All the while more encircled Prad and the Carric's metamorph. They heard the wails of other shadows. They wanted their bounty, dripping their hands in flames, lunging at the two. One of them collides against the young man's frozen yellow.