Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-30014014-20180420132901

"Of course it wouldn't be that easy..." Prad utters in disappointment as he redirects his finger once more, following Praetor's edict on attacking the helmet-deprived knight.

The lightning bolt peeking out of the tear is railing back and forth, constfantly adjusting itself, knowing its about to be sent forth. It awaits with a malicious glee, seeking out the best position of attack in its alien movements.

By then, Prad has his fingers ponted at Marcus, or the man petruding to be him.

Harrowing descent.

It rails out of the tear like a trian of rail, only greatly accelerated. If Serrated Sprint was to be an expending attack that encompasses everything in its entropy, then Harrowing Descent is a personal bolt shot from the heavens, engraved with the sight of their target and target alone, exchanging large scale destruction for individual destitution. As a result, its puncturing power coupled with the yearn to feed death unto its target had an exceeding uplift, going forth as a ever shifting bolt, wavering left nd rigfht, yet the edge, gaspign teeth at the knight in black, going at a blur.