Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-25808351-20190527214537

Pramool growls and slings Grimgarl like a toy, launching a blast at the Crocodile as it flies. The beast god’s clawed feet dig into the ground as his body fills with energy. His arms pull in close, his wings retract, and in an ear bursting roar unleashes his power. The field is engulfed in a giant explosion that levels everything within it’s blast zone. While Armata shadowsteps out of the zone, Cerberus, Acheron, Herja and Marcus are caught in the blast.

The mushroom cloud settles, and the first sight to emerge from the devastation is Pramool’s glowing volcanic eyes. Searching for their next target.

“How long do you all intend to suffer? How much pain will it require for you to submit to absolution? The only conclusion your efforts amount to, is my amusement....” His wings unfurled and pushed away the smoke.