Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-25808351-20190614222549

His armor was rend, his being bloodied. Pramool stood tall, his sharp teeth bare. His glowing eyes swiftly took in all opposition and his reaction was swift. Pramool launches a blast at Prad, as the possessed youth moves, he is grabbed from behind by Pramool. The ancient god slams Prad face first into solid stone, then unleashes and giant blast of energy from his hand at the back of Prad’s head.

The area erupts in an explosion, a sizable cloud of destruction overshadowing the area. Pramool swiftly charges Grimron and cuts away at the giant’s legs, as Grimron toppled to one knee, Pramool swings the greatsword like a bat and slams it hard against the beast’s snout. Next was Cerberus, he could not hold back his father long. Pramool’s strikes were ferocious and blinding, Cerberus soon caught the blade into his chest and toppled over in shock.

Armata and Barnabus both attack to keep Pramool from further pursuing the others. But Barnabus is not match for Pramool at such a state. Before Barnabus could cast his first spell, Pramool’s arm is punch completely through him. Barnabus ejects blood from his mouth as Pramool slowly pulls his hand from Barnabus’ gut, but not before vaporizing three quarters of Barnabus’ body with a fearsome blast.

Barnabus’ tattered body flops to the ground, Armata alone stands before the old one, until Marcus emerges from the crater. Covered in blood, limping, carpeting broken bones, he walked out of the destruction.