Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-25808351-20190608091619

Once more the gauntlets prove fruitless as Pramool powers through their grip. Armata was losing hope time Pramool fought back. “Is there no end”, he thought. Acheron could see the growing despair in Armata and is emboldened to act.

“Any damage is better than none.... We must give up! He is weak!” Acheron shouts to everyone, to Pramool as well. Acheron uses his every quick movement trick to close the distance, dodging every blast and swing Pramool deals out. Acheron drives his sword through Pramool, but watches as Pramool’s freehand grips around his throat in return.

Acheron bursts into mist to get free of Pramool’s death grip, but as he reformed, Pramool swung Marcus’ greatsword in perfect anticipation of the spot he’d be. Acheron’s expression is shocked as he loses control of himself, his upper half disconnecting from his lower. As Acheron splits, Pramool let’s out wave of his destructive power, turning Acheron into a smear that is stain across the ground.

The beast lord said nothing. Lost in uncontrollable rage, all he did was growl and turn to his next opponent.