Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20131128185142/@comment-5735114-20131130203646

(Sonofa... I really liked that scythe! Whatever, I'll get another.)

Tyranil saw the army coming at him, and he was about to swing his scythe when the altered Dunlammus took it from him and changed it into some sword. The army jumped on him moments after as Dunlammus laughed. He abruptly stopped laughing when the soldiers gripping Tyranil were blasted away in a red explosion of smoke, and the rest backed away. Tyranil stared at the soulless abomination that was once Dunlammus with glowing red eyes, the only thing visible under his shadowy hood. He floated up on blood-red wings, now at an even altitude. "You'll regret that."