Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-25808351-20190406131752

(Everyone) Pramool raises his hand and the creatures halt their advance. They slunk like dog’s being berated by their master, their demeanors turn submissive. The soldiers are struck by the obedience of these ravenous monstrosities, showcasing Pramool’s undeniable power.

“Very well....” Pramool turns and backhands Grimgarl, sending the beast skidding across the ground several hundred yards. Pramool slowly turns his head back to Jorge. “I will accept your challenge, but only if your party sheaths it’s weapons....”

Marcus advances forward, but a hand grips his shoulder. Marcus looks behind him to his father. Cerberus is aggravated, aggressive in his stare.

“Stay. Your friend has invoked single combat. By old traditions, Pramool is bound by pride to accept. Interference would dishonor your friend greatly.” Cerberus growls.

Marcus returns his gaze to Jorge and Pramool’s arena, a made of debris and the dead.

“Family should be fighting family....” Marcus scoffs.