Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-30014014-20190626223919

With a plop, the helm rolls to the side, revealing a somewhat injured young man. That ground and pound the previous Pramool had inflicted on his possessed body hadn’t come completely unscathed.

However, seeing the defiant smile he projects is words of how little it mattered. Dots line on the helm where’s it was violently grabbed and tossed.