Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-27550231-20180829004815

Jorge could not fathom to understand what had happened to Prad, the bright flash and deafening thunder overwhelmed his reborn senses. In a single moment Prad too was gone. One of the only other humans he saw on this journey. The outcast. The stranger who came to their aid despite his fear, came to his aid to save him from that beast.

Prad, but a young man with one life to live gave it up for them. He did so without fear, without second thought he supposed. Why could he not do the same? After all he had many lives to give and not even death to fear. The knight closed his eyes and released a deep breath as he calmed his nerves and attached his crushed helmet to his hip. He slowed his breathing as he drew his shield and unsheathed his sword. Were Paramool capable of giving him a true death it would go unwarranted as he would not accept demise this day. He would fight on against this beat for all eternity if it meant sparing the multiverse.

"Hahahahaha. Boy are we unsuited for this task. Normally one would use a well organized team to save reality as we know it. But here we are a bunch of mismatched archetypes fighting for a cause we never cared for."

Jorge opened his eyes once more and focused on the terror before him, his steely glare cutting through the canopy of malice that shrouded Paramool.

"Shall we dance?"