Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-27550231-20180417045419

Praetor is stunned by the knight's blinding speed and stands there agape for a moment as he rethought his strategy.

We definitely need something to hold him down 'No. We need something that can hit him! Maybe if I focus I can control Calceolaria and fire it like a beam'

'''Like with Armata? Remember what happened!'''

'We've done it before! It doesn't harm us as our pyromancy! It's just more difficult to control.'

No! Bog him down with the flames by melting the ground beneath him!

'What are you stupid! The heat required to do that would be impossible to pull of in such a short time! Im going to beam cannon him!'

Don't you dare.

Praetor feels Jorge, his other half, maifest the ignis in his hand. The flame spirit projects itself the form of a small round flower of the same name before shrinking in his closing fist. As his fist closes the dull glow becomes a bright white patch on the interior of his shield.

Reluctantly Praetor steps back rasing his dagger in a defensive posture. He was unsure if he could pary such a powerful and rapid strike but he would try.