Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-30014014-20190202065005

"Having one is enough for me. If you wish to add to this loathing, however..." Prad's galvanized arm riddled in spikes gently coils on Marcus' grasping arm. In an instant, they cross the gap from his tortured arm to the hound's drunken hold, awaiting the young man's command. An anthem of detonation, sure to inflict damage from within, quivering as they are.

"...I suffer for the right of bearing armor. A task that you are not rendeing feasible in this twisted attempt at further extending my harrow..."