Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20160726000337/@comment-27550231-20161012205808

What remains of Praetor's body start to glow an eerie gold and soon are all mashed together as if a child were playing with clay. Flesh is rebuilt, blood flows once more, a painful scream bellows from the source and an eruption of lightning puts a stop to this. The knight stands once more glowing with a vengeful force known only to a few who have survived it. He looks around and finds that he is alone, after collecting his hilt he makes his way home and puts on new clothes. "They're going to need to forget this... I don't want thwm to hild my grudges." With that he puts on a poncho and makes his way to Ibrahim's home where he first saw people running. "Let's just hope the shrink can keep this secre."