Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-25808351-20180829032332

(Everyone) Pramool looks over his shoulder at Jorge, switching his attention from the spot where Prad once was. “If you think you can step to my pace then I’ll gladly humor you. Though I will not expect miracles.” The ancient advances upon the knight but not without opposition. The 3 Higher Vampires attack Pramool together. Acheron moves in close, swinging his blade at critical areas. Pramool skillfully blocks each sword strike and pushes Acheron back.

Once Acheron is clear, Barnabus gestures with his hands and two glyphs charge up within them. Soon shreds of light fly from his fingertips and like bats of steel they slam against Pramool, pinning him in place. Pramool looks at the bars of light that hold his body in place.

“Nuisance....” He growls. Then Armata charges a fireball in his hand and launches it at the foul god. The attack hits the immobilized ancient and explodes. Armata doesn’t wait for the smoke to clear. He charges in it with his claws ready to inflict any kind of harm.