Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-26288702-20180509043410

“WHAT IN THE SEVEN HELLS!” Alburn screams as he looks down to se a giant blade protruding from his belly. He clams though as sees and feels no damage. He cannot day the same for Corbin.

The Higher Vampire grits his teeth as the great blade is lodged in his gut. He hesitates for a moment as the searing pain of the hot blade burns away inside him. He can see smoke rising from the stab wound and he loses his strength.

“I-impossible. How could I not see that com-“ Corbin is cut off as Barghest crashes into Alburn, Acheron, Corbin and Praetor. The legendary Hellbeast sends Alburn and Acheron flying, but he carries Praetor. His skin burns as he holds onto the scorched knight, but Barghest carried little. His beast blood was brought to a boil, and like Tirush he was ready to lay low everything.

With Praetor in tow, Barghest sprints into a building. With Praetor as a shield, Barghest crashes into the building and runs through it. Once through he throws Praetor to the ground. Chunks of wood fall from Barghest, and dust coats him.

“Clunky mortal. Watch your flanks...” Barghest boasts.

“Learn to watch yours.” Armata appears behind Barghest. His pale hand wraps around the back of Barghest’s head, and Praetor can see Armata chagrin a blast. With zero time for Barghest to flee, the blast erupts at the back of his head. The Hellbeast sails over Praetor and lands far off into the woods, leaving a trail of smoke in his wake.

Armata shifts his eyes to Praetor, an amused look upon his face.

“Here we are again. Must you always overdue the pyromancy?” He comments to Praetor.