Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-25808351-20190401001144

(Everyone) “Every move they make causes the game to become more interesting....” Pramool ceases the rain of fire and lowers his hand. He then walks off the cliffs edge and lands hard upon the battlefield. He strides up to Marcus and Cerberus, his hoards of creatures now avoiding them as their master approaches.

“I must admit that I am surprised. You and your mortal bunch have survived longer than I surmised, they are even going as far as to entertain me. While me swarms deal with them, I will start with you two. Especially, you....” Pramool looks to Cerberus.

Marcus grips his sword tight as he catches his breath, mentally preparing to fight.

“Glad to see your paternal instincts are the same as ever.” Cerberus scoffs.

“Oh my instincts are strong, Cerberus. But my hatred for traitorous children, is stronger.” A long vicious looking crimson blade materializes in his hand and he points it at his son. Meanwhile the hoards bypass Pramool, Cerberus and Marcus, continuing to assault the other group members.