Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-27550231-20180403014939

Overwhelmed by the sheer numbers rushing at him Praetor is taken under by the tide of abominations, sweeping him under a foul ocean of claws and screeching. Though he manages to slay many they get in too close and is forced to fight them with his dagger. He wrestles supine on the floor their disgusting claws struggling to get through his armor. One by one he dispatches the beasts as they crawl upon him, the zeal of their attacks causing casualties amongst their numbers, but even with their assistance their numbers were too great and soon his arms began to tire and his grip started to weaken.