Vyrabond watched the sea of people with a detached care. He could not logic within his set parameters which was worse. Being bored or pretending to be bored by normal standards. Of all the Kron’Tyr...
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Vyrabond watched the sea of people with a detached care. He could not logic within his set parameters which was worse. Being bored or pretending to be bored by normal standards. Of all the Kron’Tyr...
Standing next to his charge, the flesh of the current human he wore lifted a feeble hand. He said no words, his gaunt eyes prepared for the tasks ahead.
Breaker:
I do think that fixes our continuity issue, correct?
I took only the damage, and set you up for a massive table drop. If you get to it right now, you can set him up for the 3D, and Jensen will finish it with you.
Let's put this poor guy out of his...
It was disgusting to think he was at the mercy of Joshua. The bastard human was in complete control and had his fingers around the mimics throat lifting him up and slamming the beast through the hard...
Vyrabond was at the mercy of the heathen gods now. With his limp from the attack prior, the follow up ice dart was all the more elementary in its follow up. He had fought valiantly before, but in...
Vyraond had two problems coming his way and he had no idea how to critically solve both of them without taking damage. The first problem was the thrust of the Drow to bisect his chest, and run him...
He awoken with a start. It was one pulse of life. A spark of energy, and Vyrabond lived again. His arms were crossed against his chest, fully repaired and no longer bent or dented. His jaw was firmly...
That being said, regardless of getting it or not thank you all for the work.
The weakness he thought on the ground, his back aching despite having no muscles. The terrible, weakness of flesh. He couldn’t move at all. Everything in his body shut down as regeneration protocols...
Vyrabond felt elation to watch her back run red with her life force. A satisfied wave of accomplishment came over him as his talons clipped against one another, her blood running in sticky goblets...
The battlefield was turning to a stomping ground rapidly as the combatants within lost their individual humors, turning into killing machines. The irony of the situation would have made the Kron'tyr...
Vyrabond had received a lucky chance to strike when the Mystic's protective barrier broke and the firey remains were abosrbed by his foe. He would have called it careful planning, but as the...
The gleam in his foe's eye made the Kron'tyr admire her spirit. She had flinched when her flesh was cut, just as he had expected of her. Now they looked to one another on the same level. Now they saw...
Vyrabond's eyes glowed bright green as the pain receivers in his knee kicked in, a silent scream escaping his lips. He dropped forwards to his wounded knee, hands bracing a total collapse as he...
Attacking you Cicilix, because that seems the most advantageous to us. We both are level 1's, so let's go kill ourselves....and hopefully drag it out to the end of the battle...
Vyrabond lowered his gaze to those who entered, looking at each one and quickly doing preliminary checks on their skills and assets. He watched the one woman puke, and wondered what could cause such...
A wet noise echoed in the dark lit chamber. It sounded like organs falling out of a sack, the unmistakable sound of metal striking metal in a grating fashion. The ground reverberated the steady...
Registered
Vyrabond watched the lifeless corpse fall to the ground, blood trailing a crimson outline of the deceased sack of flesh as blood flecked lips rasped a final curse, eyes rolling into the back of the...
Registered
Vyrabron studied the woman from his spot as she pleaded for mercy. The concept in itself was rather off putting to the Kron’tyr construct, eyes filled with morbid curiosity. The flesh walker looked...
After consideration, I think Mor would be the better fit. Mor you may post next.
Vyrabron was at one moment fully aware of his surroundings, then the next he was not when he took a step forwards. There was something he recalled as his glowing green eyes opened again, a hit...
Vyrabron, once Karheem, moved with the darkness as his new skin. There was something about his skin walking that did not feel right. Perhaps it was the added difficulty he had in having to work...