Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201147/@comment-8397818-20170724230816

"Fascinating" - Ceras thought as he saw the battle unfolding before him.

He left the elevator quitely without attracting any attention, as if walking on the air. The chamber that held his gear was nearby. Without it, he was just a walking-meat. He never did have his own serfs, nor would he trust anyone to gear him up for every battle. He did everything himself. His enemies would not wait for him to shield himself. He praised the spirits of his armour as he put it on, while listening to the cries of the battle beneath.

Once he was complete, he would move on.

He was witnessing the battle once more. He could just turn his back and continue his march until another space-port would fall in view. But the war have changed on this planet since the first time he landed on its dead soil. He needed allies, and so he made his decision.

He unleashed the pin on the krak grenade, held it a bit longer, calculating the time of explosion and the distance. The grenade flyes. It will be a fatal blow for the beast or for everyone else.