Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-25808351-20190315005318

(Everyone) Cerberus ignores Aeron as he scans the barrier now between him and his son he crash landed on. He reaches out and touches barrier, his fingers digging into it. He then tests the barrier by tugging on it. The energy pulls like rubber as he pulls away, until the energy zaps his hand. Cerberus let’s go of the barrier and checks his hand, and the freshly gained burn marks upon them. He then with the same hand runs his fingers across the barrier and watches the energy fluctuate as he realized he couldn’t break it.

“Nice barrier.” Cerberus’ red eyes finally shift to Aeron. “So yeah, I’m coherent. And I already know the situation.”

“Then you why you have brought back?” Armata appears behind the reborn hellbeast.

“Yeah, cause you need every swinging cock you can find that can hold a sword.” Cerberus folds his arms and scoffs. Herja landing at Cerberus’ flank. He then looks to Herja. “I revise that, every swinging cock and A pair of tits.”

“Why you vulgar stray! Already you have offended my twice. Were you not needed I would bury my dagger in your throat!” Herja barks.

“You’re welcome to try....” Cerberus smirks.

“Enough.” Armata says in a exhausted tone. “We do not have time to argue.”

“Hang on Armata!” Marcus calls out. “I wanna know why you fuckin chucked me through a wall and then power bombed me?!”

“I had just been raised from limbo while hell-fire coursed through my veins, it’s a confusing experience. Until you’ve tried it, don’t assume you’d act differently.” Cerberus turns around to look his son in the eyes.