Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20180122052739/@comment-26103034-20180130200856

The sun fire proved more than volatile against the colossus as it again imploeded before being incinerated by golden flames, leaving nothing but ashes.

Rularel collapsed against a building, breathing heavily as he slid down the wall into a sitting position. With shaking hands he took a bottle from his belt and uncorked it, drinking it in one go. The witch-hunter rested there for some time before pulling himself to his feet.

He started to head out of Westtry, hoping his job was done and planning to return for his payment.