Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-27550231-20180512030620

Not a word is said as he hobbles into the fog. Not a word is said when he moves to pick up his blade.

"Gah!"

Praetor stops mid kneel as he opens another gash in his skin. Growling in defiance he presses on leaning more than kneeling as he recovers his lost weapon.

"Thank you. If it were not for the flame you imparted on me I would not have been able to hurt that beast. Alburm may have gotten injured if it weren't for this."

Praetor holds up his sword and inspects it's glowing frame. The core shone with a dull white that was deceptively cold to the touch, perhaps another effect of her magic. From there the blade turned yellow until it blended into an orange while the edge, a dark red, hid along with it a white heat that peeled out.

"Alright. If it will help your mind then I'll accept. But we'll do it indoors. I'd rather not be exposed to the elements in such a state."

Praetor turns to Tirush the dark slits that hid his eyes peering into her own. He takes a deep wheezing breath before starting once more.

"I do not guarantee that you will like what you will see in there. I know that I don't."'

In his palm the dark ignis glows violently as it reacts to the hilt of his sword. As they walk back he stretches the flame back and forth, further and further as if he was trying to remove taffy from his boot. The flame continued to protest as he wrapped it around his gauntlet, the flames sinkinginto the metal, vanishing before everyone's eyes.