Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160529172721/@comment-27025277-20160730142616

(Via Permission from Alador, I have assumed control over the black knights.)

The black Knights dispersed amongst the undead, creating an all out battle. Every person had at least one knight to contend with if not two.

Benyamin was fighting a set of three to be exact. His rage finally reaching a peak. His eyes popped with a demonic yellow and an inhuman growl admitted from his voice with every word.

"You shall be devoured!"

As if it was as fluid as water, During the battle Benyamin changed. He was bigger, stronger, faster, but all of this sprung from the fact he was now a monstrous WereLion.