Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-30014014-20180518043117

Twins, huh...

Prad's eyes squint behind the shroud madeshift from the ruined land, same dull color as his bandages. His mind flashes back to the moment before the roster of abominations had left for the second time. The two exposed individuals.

The dagger Prad carries had cried out for their blood, their flesh. It wanted to sink its edge into them and see them twitch. Influenced by it, Prad had subtly prayed that one of them would dare lead an assault on Praetor's blind spot. He prayed for this moment so that he may let his violence spill on them. Alas, it did not happen.

Prad made sure to listen more to the conversation of the two undeads, any mention of them, their weakness, attack patterns, anything that would give him an insight into them. His eyes subtly washing in orchid for but a fleeting moment, the growling return of his lightning, almost by instinct. The killing intent he emanates, perhaps drawing it out quicker...