Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-27550231-20180424220434

The knight rolls to a stop as he collides against the trunk of a massive tree. His vision comes and goes as he tries to rise and face the Destroyer once more. A sharp pain runs up his side causing him to wince and falter, he will have to be content with just observing for now.

His shield lay embedded into the wood above him and the dagger he yet clutched onto with great dread. This was a powerful tool, it held the power to possibly stop Marcus, Armata, Tirush and Prad... he would not let it fall into another's hand lest he doom them all. With the last of his strength he sheathed his horn blade, sealing it with a portion of the ignis' flame. Should anyone try and take it they would surely pay a price. As his eyes began to close he heard a faint voice call out from his waist followed by the sight of Prad and the shadow that lingered behind him.