Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-26288702-20180402010916

“I am neither outnumbered or outmatched...”

Deep in the lower levels of the fortress, the battle has awoken the slumbering beasts in the catacombs. Soon the wooden doors burst open, and dozens of Lesser Vampires flood out. They tear through the fortress and head straight for the sounds of battle. Both Armata and Acheron turn and face the stairwell as they can hear the approaching hoard.

“I’ll cover the stairs, you and Alburn help get that bastard to talk.” Armata turns around and watches the stairs vigilantly, while Acheron draws his sword and Alburn readies his rifle. Meanwhile Praetor watches as the burnt Vampire Lord rises to his feet, slowly healing while he does.

He then rushes toward Praetor. Just before he reaches Praetor, the Vampiric foe bursts into smoke and swarms him. He then reforms at Praetor’s flank and charges a magic blast in his closed fist, which he points directly at Praetor.