Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150903185204/@comment-5583506-20150922164519

As Astien gazed through the gap he could see Ganvalyon, almost completely shredded, banging on the door with what little energy he had left in him.

"Help..." he uttered vaguely.

The sword sank deep into the throat of the hideous beast, causing the creature to groan lowly with a gurgling sound. But apart from that, nothing else seemed to happen. No blood came gushing forth and the attack seemed altogether ineffective. It was as if Scav had thrusted the blade into a sack of grain.

Suddenly the creature's eyes rolled forth, completely fixed on the Investigator with a maddening glare. A cruel grin appeared on the fanged jaws.

"THERE YOU ARE", chuckled Francis Belmont as he clutched his horrible hands around the blade in his throat, slowly drawing it out without as much as flinching from the pain it caused him.

"By the Gods..." murmured Vemirius at the sight of the seemingly immortal monster.