Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-25808351-20190616203851

Marcus slowly gains speed as he throttles toward Pramool. At full sprint Marcus charges the ancient one, shouting like a berserker warrior of a long dead kingdom. He plunges his knife into Pramool’s midsection, but is swiftly knocked to the ground with an overarching punch to the head. Marcus’ face slams into the ground, cracking solid stone withthe impact. Pramool repeatedly stomps on the back of Marcus’ head. After the old god has had his fill of blunt force, he grips a tuft of Marcus’ hair and lifts up.

Marcus’ is pulled from the ground, a stream of blood pouring from his head and lips like before. Marcus turns clenching his fist, and throws a punch unlike any throughout the fight. The left handed strike hits it’s target. Pramool’s face caves from the shocking force displayed. The ground shatters and pillars of stone erupt from once solid ground. Pramool spits out several teeth and staggers backwards, his brain rattled, his consciousness shaken.

Marcus pursues like a vicious animal, landing one punch after another. Each delivered with the same ferocious intent as the other. Pramool is now spitting up blood like fountain as Marcus targets the stomach, kidneys, chest, throat, face and ribs. His offense is relentless, his will unwavering, Marcus forcefully dismantled his lineage.