Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-27550231-20161108225013

"Son of a..."

Praetor mumbles under his breath as the hordes of monsters pour out of the cliff like an angered hive of bees.

"Heavens have mercy... Kalafina if you can hear me, and I know you can help me. For the love of all that's holy keep those thing away from me." There is no response. "Damn it! Guess I have to do it myself!"

Praetor starts to kick into the cliff opening a small alcove wich he scrapes into. He places his back against the cramped hole and braces himself. If he's going to fight an army it's going to be on his terms. He raises his hand and fires gouts of flames at any passing beast he sees.