Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-27550231-20180323220427

Praetor's sword waved to and fro as he fexed his wrist, more of a distraction of a moving blade than any true combat technique. He needed to keep their attention on him. He needed to give the villagers time to regroup and flee lest they be slaughtered. His blade moved in wide round arcs spitting out sparks as it clawed at the ground.

I hate to admit this but I may need your help.

Oh? What is it brother? I thought that you were the best at combat?

'''And you the more sympathetic! The dark flower, the ignis. I need you to control it and cover us with its flames.'''

You know that we could hardly control it when we were one how can we do this fractured?

Before he could think of a retort a door opened not far from them and out came a family, or what remained.

Too close! Too damned close they both thought as the furthest creatures truned to face the new sound.

Now or never... now or never.

Praetor stomped his shield in preperation of the assault, he stabbed his blade into the ground and in his palm produced a flower of dark red flame. Bringing it up to his mouth he wispered a command before crushing it and collecting his sword. The creatures were upon him but as hone struggled to fight them off the other guided the flaming petals to the fleeing creatures, their deceptive movements appeared to lack speed but they went forth without delay. For everything caught in their dancing wake was cut with the clean precision of a beam of pure heat. They left neat sizzling crevices wherever thwy passed growing ever larger with everything the flames consumed.