Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150620140931/@comment-5614539-20150627113319

As the sword came crashing down, it slammed into Prometheus, sending him sprawling. Thankfully, it had smashed into his shoulder armour, so while it had not severed his arm, it had merely dislocated it. Angry, Promteheus raised the tip of his staff in his other hand and whispered a few strangwords, and a burst of fire blossomed from the end, enveloping the unsuspecting man. Panting, Prometheus sat back down, exhausted. His head lolled backwards, and he settled into an uneasy dream sleep.

(Dream post incoming!)