Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-25808351-20180628235714

Marcus takes a swing at Jorge as he flies over head but he misses. The Wardog wastes no time chasing after Jorge, holding his great blades out ready to cut Jorge in half once he’s in range. Jorge’s wounded status makes him easy for to catch up to. Within a short distance Marcus is mere few steps behind Jorge, and with a roar he swings both blades horizontally, aimed for Jorge’s midsection. Just before the blades can connect with their target, Armata appears above Marcus, and crashes down on his head.

Planting the Wardog’s face into the stone floor, Armata turns around to watch Jorge continue on, no questions asked. He returns his gaze to a now growling Marcus who slowly rises from his planted spot. Armata steps back allowing Marcus to ready himself, his eyes scanning over the two massive blades.

“Compensating with one greatsword not enough, you need two now?”

Marcus does not respond, he just growls with his teeth bare. Meanwhile Gethin returns to his normal form and bolts to Alburn. The Rifleman shouts in shock and fear as he grabs his rifle relocates.

“Shitshitshitshit! Tirush?! Prad?! A little help!” Alburn shouts while running as fast as he can. Though he is a crack shot with his rifle, he is no fighter. Gethin is quickly upon Alburn, showing no sign of fatigue. Alburn spins around pulls the trigger of his, the barrel aimed at Gethin’s head. Gethin dodges easily and grabs the barrel. Alburn immediately grabs his pistol with his other hand, sticks it to Gethin’s gut and fires.

Alburn unloads the gun’s rotating chamber until it clicks. Gethin simply stares at human, no care for his new wounds. While the battle is underway and the group engages, the Twins decide to spectate. They turn to smoke and worm their way up the main hall, where they reform on a balcony overlooking the scene.

“Oh joy, the doggie is going to kill the Anathema!” The spoiled one jumps up and down happily.