Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160714040922/@comment-28358106-20160720210437

The Herald leaps forward,  flying to meet Praetor head on, and they clash---a Stockdale of brilliant light and choking darkness tangle. Praetor drives his blade deep into the Herald's head, hilt deep, and the impact causes the Herald's lower body to continue forward, flipping in slow motion. The beast roars as they both come crashing down, earth spiraling skyward all around them.

He is thrown clear, and gains his feet. Just being close, just attacking once, leaves him with ice in his veins, and he gasps for breath. He knows that only the Holy aura saved him; a lesser being would have withered instantly. He can feel it, unsteady, not as strong as before. He instinctively grasps for his sword, and his hear catches as he finds nothing there...

The Herald rights itself, recovering from the fall. Praetor has but a moment to see his blade, a brilliant, tiny flash, as it is flung from the beast's head as it shakes itself. It turns to him, turning it's back to Hound...

Ibrahim and the others make it to the edge of the city. The din of the battle is deafening,  even here. They pause for a brief rest.

"Aabi," Ibrahim says, "You need to go north.  Go as quickly as you can.  It will take days, but you must try.  Please."

"Father, please don't leave!  Please!" Aurum says, tears streaming down her face.