Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20191016010235/@comment-7262318-20191027224656

Knightmare, too preoccuped with trying to kill the others, took the fireball right to the face, knocking him backwards a few feet, but his mas protected him from most of the damage. There was a new set of scorchmarks running across it, however.

"Enough of this!" Knightmare spat. He turned into a black mist once more and began retreating, realizing that he was in a losing battle here due to the numbers advantange, and the guards scrambling into the barracks for their weapons. The ropes on Smith slowly dissipating. "When we next meet, you will not be so fortunate..."

And like that, Knightmare was gone, leaving patches of fire, ash, and a large Nordic man on the ground.