Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-25808351-20190412015930

The Fearless Knight

Pramool decimated Jorge slowly, methodically, strategically. He blunted, battered and beat Jorge in places that would cripple normal men. Pramool was relentless, and ruthless. Marcus grit his teeth, watching, enraged at Jorge’s foolishness, his unshakable courage to face Death’s challenge.

The ancient beast continued his ceaseless onslaught, yet Jorge never retires. He never screams for mercy. He never buckles. Jorge remains steadfast and unwavering to the old god. Pramool noted the knight’s willingness to die for his own cause. Pramool notes the fearlessness.

“So brave.... So indoctrinated.” The old one says, as he pulls back and aims his sword at Jorge’s heart.

Like a sudden concussive force, Pramool’s cheek caves inward, spit and blood fly as well as his body. Sent flying as if deemed by a creature beyond the fabric of nature. Marcus stands steadily, gasping for air, winded, beside Jorge. He lowers his trembling clenched right fist. His irises glowing blue, his canine teeth sharp and savage.

“You’ve taken enough. You won’t get anything else....” Marcus growls.