Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-25808351-20180911020617

The combined blast from Armata and Jorge manages to push back Pramool. As the area is engulfed in flame, Armata lowers his hands and takes a deep breath. The smoke filling the air slowly begins to dissipate, revealing Pramool and the marks on the ground where he skid.

“Well done. You managed to get me off my feet.” Pramool begins walking toward Armata and Jorge. Meanwhile Barnabus shakes his head, seeing full well they are doing nothing.

“We’re getting nowhere. We can’t fight him like this. GENTLEMEN, I THINK IT’S TIME FOR A TACTICAL RETREAT!” He calls out.