Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20180906221355/@comment-24510587-20181002224910

Morgus stood by idly while both Marr and a hail of frost came his way. When Marr's ball-and-chain finally slung in the direction of his head, he smirked faintly. No one should be surprised about what happened next: he held up his hand, which glowed purple, and the ball bounced off of thin air. Similarly, the frost never actually reached him.

Two mercenaries, aside the one that just got shot dead by a gout of fire, made for Virde and Reina. Both were armed with halberds, and they were more than ready to use their range advantage as the blades came down on the two defenders.