Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-27550231-20161108211416

Praetor scales the cliff wall with steady and careful planning. He plunges his fist and feet into the stone as if they were made of soft clay. He is determined to tear into that pasty vampire and pay him back for throwing him over the edge. He punches into a loos stone and nearly looses his grip.