Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-26288702-20180421033843

Tirush’s words are lost to Marcus as he is assaulted by Prad and Praetor. The Wardog shifts his eyes between the targets quickly, before making his move. He shifts in Praetor’s direction and bolts. Charging Praetor head on like Minotaur, Marcus doesn’t show any sign of backing down.

Barghest himself goes after Acheron and Alburn, while both Armata and Tirush hesitate in confusion. What is Marcus’ purpose for this? Armata had watched the powerful warrior not to long ago drag Layoka, a mere child, kicking and screaming from her home with zero remorse. Was it at last that time where is said to embrace his foul heritage?

Armata waited no more. He approaches Tirush, but maintains a distance. As much as he wanted to snap Tirush from her seething fury, Armata knew his words would be ignored.

“Tirush! We will decipher Marcus’ motives later, but we can’t do that if he’s dead or at full strength. We must wear him down!”

Just as Armata finishes speaking, the crows over head grow greatly in number. Suddenly two more streams of smoke trail over the fog and land into the epicenter.

Both Higher Vampires draw there blades and split up. The one with the red blade (Gethin Mortas) walks toward Tirush. While the one with white hair (Corbin Hacan) lunges at Armata.

Corbin strikes with quick, accurate slashes. Armata for the time being negates every slash with his hands. His claws grew back out, and every slash by Corbin is swatted at and deflected. Gethin is as silent as a corpse and shows no fire whatsoever for his soon to be fight with the Wyvern.

Tirush’s grand eyes note right away that Gethin’s blade is dangerous. She can smell a foul rotting curse upon the weapon, thus it must be avoided.