Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-25808351-20190619195151

The pieces of Pramool’s corpse lay in the crimson lifeforce drenching the field, slowly the remains and shards turn red as they absorb the crimson fluid. All the pieces begin to move toward eachother and reform amongst the ruins, the blood soaking the area slithering and congregating to the one spot. Cerberus who had fully healed from his wounds looks upon the reformation and sighs.

“No breaks yet.” He scoffs.

Marcus slams his fist to the ground in anger and grabs his greatsword, reluctantly preparing for another fight. But he stops when he notices the figure is different. The crimson mass shapes itself into the figure of a man, and soon takes on the features. The red fades away revealing pale skin, a slender figure, long silver hair and a athletic physique.

Suddenly the newly formed body which has traits of Armata, Pramool and Barnabus opens it’s eyes. It lacks Pramool’s old, grizzled form and is instead a youthful immaculate one.

“Oi, what a horrible headache to awaken to.” The newly formed being says while grabbing his head.

“What the fuck!” Marcus shouts in protest as he readies his blade.

“Easy dogman! No need to get violent.” New being throws his hands up.