Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-25808351-20190610230116

Nothing but a strained, rage filled groan comes from Pramool as he rises to his feet, despite Grimron’s efforts to keep him down. Pramool grabs Grimron’s index finger, and squeezes tight enough to break bone. He then jerks around, holding onto Grimron’s finger and jams the greatsword up into Grimron’s wrist. Pramool rips the blade from Grimron’s wrist and then slashes at his ankles, bringing the giant to a knee. Pramool jumps and hits Grimron across the snout with greatsword, it’s weight and impact a testament to the lifetimes Marcus has devoted to the occupation of violence.

As Grimron goes down, Pramool stands upon the giant and aims the blade for Grimron’s heart, a red wave of malevolent energy washing over it. Before Pramool can strike, a fireball explodes upon him, a gift from Armata, then Cerberus tackles Pramool from the flank. The two roll down a hill tumbling over eachother.

They separate, and stare eachother down, waiting for the other to make a move. Pramool at blinding speed swings the greatsword and launches a wave of energy, Cerberus barely manages to dodge it.