Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160714040922/@comment-28358106-20160722000753

Out of the corner of Praetor's eye...

And he deflects it. Conrad leaps in, his blade flashing, meeting Praetor mark for mark. He's good. He's fast, and well-trained---if Praetor didn't know any better,  he would say he was fighting his own mirror image.

"You faithless WHELP!  The Herald cannot be killed!  It will return, and when -"

Their world explodes as a stray bolt of arcanum strikes nearby, showering them both with debris. When Praetor looks up, Conrad is on the other side of a chasm, ripped open by the bolt.

He points his sword and laughs. " And it seems that the Doctor is coming along quite well!"

Hound is nearer to Ibrahim. Praetor can't get to him in time. The Glyph trembles, hungry...