Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-25808351-20190610235553

Grimron soon realizes his words mean nothing, his magic merely an annoyance. Pramool’s rage drowns out everything, from conversation to pain, all is numb to the seething anger. Any pain Pramool receives is nothing compared to the fire in his blood and stomach, the insatiable need to destroy those who now hinder his second coming. His patience and restraint tested, both now absent.

He does not acknowledge Grimron, except through a guttural growl, before swinging the blade and launching a wave of devastating energy so wide it crumbles the mountain behind Grimron. Pramool roars in fury and charges the giant but is stopped as Cerberus again interferes. He is thrown to the ground by Pramool and has the greatsword driven through his back. Cerberus shots in pain before bursting to smoke and reforming. Pramool then looks between Grimron and Cerberus, unsure which to gut first.