Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170217234150/@comment-25808351-20170220042513

He says nothing as he watches Conrad desperately crawl away. Marcus kicks Conrad onto his side and stomps down on Conrad's hands and then his legs. The sound of shattering bones rings out amongst the sounds of Conrad's screams. Marcus plants his sword in the ground and leans against it, slowly sliding down till he is sitting.

"There we go, now you're not going anywhere. Good on you Wulf, using your shield to block the blast and shrapnel." Marcus pulls out his flask and opens the cape with his teeth. He presses it to his lips and tilts his head back. He shakes the container, but nothing comes out. In a frustraited gesture he throws the flask. He then reaches into his coat and pulls out his cigar. Placing it in his mouth he lights it with a piece of burning debris next to him and puffs.