Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-25808351-20180701222636

(Jester) Gethin is engulfed by the flaming serpent, his body overtaken in it’s mouth. The serpent drives the Higher Vampire into the wall where it explodes in a violent flame that destroys a great section of the wall. His charred body plops to the floor, along with the stone from the wall.

The Twins dodge Prad’s attack easily and counter with a devastating display of coordination. The two girls attack Prad simultaneously with a flurry of punches and kicks. Each powerful, each accurate. The strikes are rapid and painful, yet nothing in comparison to Tirush, Marcus or Armata.

(Doc) Tirush can here it, subtle whimpering, then the call of her lost friend. “T-Tirush. Tirush! Here! Please be real this time....” Rushing to a open cell at the corner of the spire, Tirush finds Imperia, holding Layoka. Imperia is covered in filth, her makeup smeared and her once beautiful clothing torn and muddied. Tirush can see the tears on Imperia’s dress, the dried blood between her legs. What Tirush notices most, is the small child, covered in lacerations.

Layoka whimpers and cries, her strength lost from all her screaming. Imperia looks up with tears in her eyes, tears of joy and pain. “Tirush! Is really you? Please let my eyes deceive me no more.” Imperia sobs.

(BT) Marcus’ breaks through Gethin’s sword and finds it’s mark on Jorge’s helm. The knight feels more than a thousand years of raw savagery tempered by willpower, as the Wardog’s fist makes contact. But Jorge played his hand well. The blast he unleashed hits it’s mark as well. The explosion sends both men flying, but while Marcus is airborne, Armata appears above him. The Anathema swings hard a right kick to Marcus’s head, and sends the Wardog hurtling to the ground. With a titanic crash Marcus hits the ground. Dust, dirt and debris flying as if a meteor had touched down.

Armata gently floats to the ground, and lands silently. He then looks around for Jorge. “Tin man?! You alive?!”