Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161008211047/@comment-25808351-20161031123513

I rise out of the rubble, slightly agitated. Barghest's sensitive ears pick up the sound of stone being pushed aside and turns his back to me. My body engulfed in the hell flames that rage around me, is in no pain as I am accustomed to it. Amongst the flames is the sheen of my bright blue eyes glowing as my patience is being tested. As my uncle turns to face his nephew, I burst forth from the debris and hit him square in the face with a massive right hook and send him bouncing across the arena into the north wall, parallel to Praetor and Ibrahim.

At that same time, the last Warg that has been waiting for a good opportunity, charges is in. As it's master is sent flying, I spin around and snatch it out of the air. In one fluent motion, I slam the beast into the ground, drag it one hundred and eighty degrees and throw it into my greatsword that is planted in the floor. The Warg hits the greatblade and is cut in two. My sword cutting it like warm butter. My uncle quickly rises to his paws and crouches down to attack again, but suddenly stops.