Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32885213-20171120220818/@comment-33719112-20171201013048

The Darkwraith screeched at Hollow in frustration. His quarry was right there in front of him, but was being incredibly difficult. This assassination was becoming increasingly difficult for a perfect assassin, and he wasn't going to let his reputation go to waste. The Darkwraith, in a move of desperation, broke the honor-rules of a conventional duel, and kicked Hollow to the ground. "I HAVE YOU-" He shouted triumphantly, until a bullet blew one side of his skull to the ground, another bullet piercing the vertebrae that held his skull upright. Another few bullets pierced through his armor, one ricoheting off into the dirt, and another carving a clear path from shoulder to shoulder, black 'stuff' leaking from each of his 5 bullet-hole wounds in his torso.

'''"GFKLKG?" '''The headless monster replied confusedly. He had never been shot with bullets before, and his armor was nigh impervious to any attack, and enchanted to reduce the effect of magics around him, so what the hell was he just hit with? Hollow could do nothing as he slowly crawled away, Silent stepping in to deflect the anger of the Darkwraith away from the helpless knight.

The monster screeched in agony and confusion, a gurgling sort of confused thing due to the loss of his head. He has had enough of this insolence. He stepped backwards, unbuckling a golden vial he kept on his belt, bringing it up to his neck-stump. But he was headless, and therefore without vision, the poor fool had backed into Elise's waiting blade, as she hacked down the Darkwraith to death, the monster's body crumbling to ash, leaving only his bullet-riddled cloak, his sword, and his boots. As he dissapated into nothingness, he mumbled something along the lines of "I will return with more."

Hollow shakily got up. He had never faced a Darkwraith of such... Power. Nor was he hit with so many Dark Blasts, normally the demonic charges would incur fatality, but he felt very different than dead. He felt hot, as if his armor had been bearing down on his skin, locking him in a carapace. It was time to go back to camp. He scooped up the wraith's sword, and sheathe, and added it to his own.

(Just a little sidetrack thing to try and get Pierce and Morgan back to the group, since the Darkwraith  carved a path directly to them. I didn't want to detract from the objective of going to the jungle temple.)