Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190430180827/@comment-5543592-20190505184442

Shrike bent at the knees and bowed under it. The steel beam swung wildly, tearing two of its kind in half with metallic screams. The ceiling shook again.

Backing away from the screaming behemoth that was Paul, she launched a lone shockwave to disorient him; the experimental jab of a champion boxer.

Josey took off running across where the battle with Shrike had occured moments before. They could see the mounds of boulders where Abaddon was, maybe five hundred metres ahead. The wind tore at his duster.

Ulysses sprinted alongside him, hand choked up on his staff to make it easier to run with.