Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-28358106-20160802003632

Ibrahim stares, dumbfounded, then bursts into a run. Arrows from the Undead soldiers whip past him, bouncing off the rocks. He ducks behind one. "Marcus!  I'm pinned down, I can't move!"

Hound turns his head to look, and his head explodes in pain ad Conrad kicks him full force. Houmd reels a bit, and Conrad kicks again, sending Hound flying. He comes crashing down on top of a group of soldiers and then kips up, his sword singing. The soldiers fall like cordwood. He picks up the sword of one and throws it backhand,  scything through the archers.

Ibrahim stands and rushes to the Dragon. He picks up a sword and swings it; it bounces off the chains ineffectually with a spark.

"I...I can't!  They're bound by the God Sword!   I can't break them!"

Hound turns and ducks back, just in time for Conrad's sword to come simging, thrust where Hound's head was...

And time slows, then stops.

Hound is tilting backwards, dodging Conrad's thrust, frozen in time. Hound can hear...footsteps?

His father approaches,  Smiling, his eyes glowing, he bends over slightly, looming over Hound.

"I could do it, you know," he says, his voice mocking. "I can kill that pathetic Dragon without the God Sword. You won't get it from Conrad. He's too good.  He'll kill you first, and this time, there's no guarantee you go to the Crucible."

He paces around Hound, his voice guttural. "All you have to do is ask.  Ask me for help.  Beg me, that this facade may end." He looks to Hound for his answer...