Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191209000634/@comment-7262318-20191211005033

The cloaked man made no sudden moves as the men approached him. Then suddenly, his arm shot forward and one of the unforunate souls was yanked towards him, his throat colliding roughly into the outstetched hand. He then placed his free hand over the miltiant's face and pulled roughly, and the head was ripped free from its shoulders with a loud tear.

"You were warned," The creature said. He rose slightly into the air, surrounded now by green energy. Blood was coating the front of his clothes, as he dropped the militants head to the ground. "Now... suffer."

Garran clasped a hand over his mouth, resisting the urge to both scream and vomit at the same time. He dove for the door, a shaky hand trying to pull the thing open.