Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170217234150/@comment-25808351-20170220031945

Marcus smirks as he watches countless soldiers break their lines and begin to pull back. With a burst of energy he leaps up to the last peak. Marcus finds himself staring at forty guns pointed directly at him, cannons and crossbows. He raises his sword like a shield, and the soldiers open fire. A hail of musket fire and crossbow bolts pummel Marcus. Several bolts stick into his legs and pierce his chainmail. The riflemen fire in rows to maintain a constant barrage on Marcus, keeping him suppressed, until a thin beam of energy blows though his exposed knee.

Marcus collapses as his leg buckles from the injury. His sword flatters and exposes his chest for a moment, with the acurracy of a marksman Conrad puts another condensed beam of energy through Marcus' chest. As Marcus spurts blood from his mouth, the two cannons fire and engulf his position in fire.

(Ok Doc, hold your responses, me and Scorn will take it from her. We'll let you know when to answer.)