Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-25808351-20180912012942

The mixture was blinding, for a moment. Pramool stood there in the white/black abyss, for a moment. His eyes adjusted within milliseconds. A second sword manifested in his free hand and extends upward to the dowsed enemy above him. His crimson blade catching that of his attacking nameless assailant.

“Clever. You are worthy of your summons. What of your other?” Pramool then scans for the familiar’s kin. His free sword extended to catch any incoming counter.

Meanwhile, Barnabus cut open a portal to send everyone away from the old one. “WE MUST LEAVE! WE ARE IN NO SHAPE TO FACE OUR FOE! WE MUST LEAVE AND REGROUP!”

Armata sneers in disdain of the thought, running from the one who battered Tirush. But his logic called to him. Tugging Jorge, he pulled the knight toward the portal.

“Come, tin man. We must go....”