Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-25808351-20190403040252

(Everyone) The shockwaves from each clash of their blades can be felt all across the battlefield. Their powers at odds with eachother in this grand duel to decide the fate of worlds. Cerberus shouts as he charges in and swings his greatsword with a strength befitting his lineage. Pramool ducks under the blade, the sword passing over it’s target. Though it failed to strike Pramool, the force coming off the blade drew a large trench into the ground, as if cutting the planet itself.

The force even goes as far as to cutdown and send creatures flying. Pramool retaliates, he traps Cerberus’ blade by pinning it to the ground with his own. The old god raises his hand and second blade crimson blade materializes. Before Pramool could swing the second sword, Marcus blitzes from Pramool’s flank and drives his greatsword into the old god’s stomach. Marcus watches dumbfounded as Pramool slowly looks to him and scowls.

Like a force of nature Pramool backhanded Marcus and sent him flying like a ragdoll at the mercy of a bull’s charge. Marcus flips through the air serval hundred yards until he crashes through a rock formation. As he hits the ground, surrounded by debris, blood begins to drip from his mouth as he does his best to regain himself.