Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20180220143037/@comment-17114085-20180529123912

Bouros kept on running, and running and running, but the landscape wasn't changing at all. The silhouette still seemed to be just ahead of him. However, it was always just out of reach. "I said there was no escape. You're trapped here, Bhàs. No amount of brute force will get you out of here. Your powers are useless against mine. You've met your match."

"What're you doing?! You'll get caught in my spell!" Max yelled. He was nearly done charging and was about to cast a large blizzard over the area.

The Bretons had followed their leader's orders and retreated as much as they could, but with the allies trapped in between the cliffside and the river there wasn't much space to run to.

Kyrnil broke the dark spikes as they appeared from the ground and tried to pierce him. "Your creations are no match for Atmoran steel, Demiprince." The legendary axe, Wuuthrad, broke through the spikes without incuring any damage as Kyrnil was enhancing it with his Lightning runes that caused an explosion with each hit.

The child of Namira, however, didn't seem deterred. The dead Reachman approached the Kyneson and with each step the spikes grew larger and stronger.

''His power is better at close range. I need to keep my distance or his creations will be too tough for me to break through.'' Kyrnil thought. There was also the matter of the Werespawn, but he couldn't spot the child of Hercenos anywhere. He's around here somewhere.