Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-27550231-20180509031259

Praetor forces himself free from the burning building, every step a great labor as he gasps for the comparitively cooler air. The pain of his burns wreak havoc on his body as he simmers in his iron shell.

Focus

Focus on the world

There is no pain

Only THEM

The slow shuffling of the knight slowly becomes a steady rapid stride as he makes his way to Alburn. He had forgotten about Prad... that doesn't matter right now. Dead or not he'd have to get rid of these beats before he could no longer muster the strength to stand.

Following the crack of the pistol Praetor charges in running his blade through Alburn and into Corbin. The blade passes harmlessly through the human as Tirush's blessing allowed it to pass through his allies harmlessly.

"I'm not sorry..."