Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191120203148/@comment-30014014-20191221215522

@Hound, @Carric

The flamewall stops, the blades stay from his armor. The shades all stop. Their eyeless visages turn to the furthest one, the one bearing a helmet. Unusually adorned, utterly concealing its faceless head...

As if it understood, the farmost shade makes a sweeping motion. In an instant, they all move aside, a perfect line of twins, seemingly giving him passage. The shade adorned with the helmet simply broadcast its arm in a distance where a conlux of conflicting light lives and dies. Its bretheren stand immobile, all gazing back to the heavily armored hybrid, slowly sinking back to the abyss. A faint rattle can be heard...

The four entities prove to be someone to behold, as the shambling shades looking to sear them had fallen under their press. Alas, perhaps in their disappointment, they would find that biting the shades yielded no flesh. Slashing at them gave them no blood. Stamping them ushered no crunched bone. They were shade, and nothing more. Malignant constructs born from...something or someone...