Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160714040922/@comment-25808351-20160720172137

I pass Praetor on the field for but an instant. In that time I can see Aabi in his arms, I can only hope she is okay. For now my objective is clear. I must gain the Dracolich's attention while Praetor is gone and keep it focused on me, so that our forces can regroup from the initial shock. Dealing with the beast will be tough, but I've faced them before. Most importantly, I must be wary of the miasma, for even I am not immune to it for long.

I jump off my horse and land with a thud, continuing on foot is necessary from here on, if I wish to spare my horse. Greatsword at my side, I charge the beast head on, it's foul smell amplified 10 fold by my enhanced senses. Locating an abandoned ballista, I leap onto it and kick the lock, releasing the round at the abomination. The explosive round only serves to gain its attention and it succeeds with flying colors. The Dracolich turns to me and displays its heinous roar. So I respond in kind.

"COME ON YOU OVERGROWN BITCH!" I take my stance, rooting my legs so hard the ground cracks beneath my feet. "I look forward to your fangs in my trophy room." I say with a grin.