Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-35000153-20180910091112/@comment-33719112-20181008155426

The automata were lucky they hadn't crossed paths with Verdict and Hollow as the two became a whirlwind of fighting and battle. Hollow's blade was an unstoppable force, and Verdict's warhammer was an immovable object, and the two moved in unison. The hammerhead swung once, knocking or otherwise purlverizing the bodies of the robed figures. Hollow was already racing up Verdict's back, catapulting himself into stunned cultists laid out for him by each sweeping hammer swing. Then, Verdict's lumbering blows became all too predictable for the cultists to back away from, the masses starting to get the upper hand by getting slices with their daggers and blades at the already battleworn armor. It was at that point that the hammer was flung into the mass, and twin blades were materialized in the brute's hands, already chopping and hacking away, a spray of blood in their wake.

Hollow wasn't one to be outdone, putting a dulling enchantment on his blade, the familiar red glow coating his blade again as he kicked, clubbed and cut cultists into the direction of Verdict's blender-blades, coating others in spreading cold-fire when they got too close.

All in all, the battle was going well for the two of them, who cut and cleaved effortlessly through the thinning horde.