Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-27550231-20180421041756

He's not backing down... he's coming for us!

I may have made a bad decision here...

'I'm going to regret this but if he's going to lay his hands on us he's going to suffer for it.'

No! Dont do it!

Jorge pulled the stream of flames back just as they were about to reach Marcus, the ignis protesting as it violently lashed out to try and read him. The dark red flames flailed about like the tentacle forest in the days of old before it realized what it's handler was doing. It liked the desperate attempts he made to control it, the over complicated ways he thought of just to burn his targets. This new feeble warrior was just as amusing to it as annoying but amusing none the less.

Flames began to pour out of the orifices of his armor like blazing tufts of fur. As Praetor continued his charge the magical blaze began to engulf his entire body, covering him in a layer of flames that lashed out with a mind of its own.

Raising his shield Praetor readied himslef for the impact with the Destroyer, the gnarled dagger; "blessed" by Vivictus, carved from one of Druella's horns, lay in his hand ready to strike. He was unsure if it would even have an effect in this world but any attempt was worth making at this point. He wasfacing Hound the Destroyer and he would have to bring everything he had if he wanted to survive.