Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-28358106-20160903064423

The giant falls to the ground, its massive body quaking the earth. Broken limbs shatter and roll in all directions, Hound and Armata dodging, leaping over the boulders, weaving between them. The rocks crash into the reat of the buildings, toppling the few intact ones in the vicinity, sending up an enormous cloud of smoke and dust.

Hound coughs, his poisoned blood on his lips. He wipes his mouth and looks up to see the form of Armata, standing on the wrecked giant, his coat fluttering in the breeze.

"Arrogant bastard," Hound thinks.

Then he sees it...

Armata is looking at something.

Hound picks himself up and leaps atop the giant's body, close to Armata. He looks in the same direction as the Vampire, his eyes searching to see what Armata already can. His nose catches a scent of...

Columns of smoke drift by, obscuring his vision. Waves of heat distort his field of view, making the visage impossible, spectral. Unreal.

No. It is real. It is distant, but very real.

For on the end of the wide clearing, Hound sees him. He knows they have been discovered. Their plan has worked. For the first time since this whole, bloody war has started, the first time since he's had to watch his friends in pain and their families suffer and die, Hound beathes a little easier because their plan has worked. Finally, finally, something has gone right. He sighs, and closes his eyes.

From between the fires, coming from the gates of the hell he has wrought with his own hand, the Wolf approaches...