Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160714040922/@comment-28358106-20160718001119

Hound pushes the axe back, and the giant leans forward. Hound gets a close look as the faceplate closes in. The points of light in his helmet glow from hollow sockets and grave-eaten teeth grin from a deathly rictus behind the slits. The stench of grave ichor and rotten blood assault his senses.

"'''Neither thy sword nor thy will shall stay us from what will be ours.  Once again we will right the world, and the Black Throne will house His glory.  YOU CANNOT STOP US." '''

Hound punches the giant in the helmet, and he staggers back. Hound swings his broadswords around in a whirlwind, and the giant blocks them, almost losing his balance. Hound closes in, and the world explodes.

"So you shall recieve, heretic!" Screams the mage.

The lightning bolt that slammed into his chest knocks him back, tumbling. He rolls, then regains his balance at a crouch. The second sword is lost, but he still grips his own, and looks up.

The giant is silhouetted against the inferno. He holds above his head one of the impossibly large trees, still aflame.

"Thus to all who do not repent."

The tree is tossed like a branch, whirling through the air, roaring...