Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20131121201952/@comment-5735114-20131123004308

Tyranil quickly dodged the bolt, and the fire. However, he was not quick enough to stop his bow from being grabbed away from him. His wings slowly becoming tainted by his anger, he pulled out his scythe, with a bright red streak on its normally spotless shiny black surface. It looked strikingly similar to blood. Flying towards the dragon, Tyranil swung his scythe straight at the dragon's head.