Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170203013433/@comment-5543592-20170222172508

Gracius thrashed about, kicking and punching Hades for all he was worth, but it had about much effect as one would expect.

"You adulterous people." Hades snarled, almost done with his work on Gracius. "Don’t you know that friendship with the world means enmity against God?"

There was a sound like paper tearing, and Hades let Gracius drop to the ground. The Praetorian whimpered like a kicked dog, and began to drag himself away. Hades examined the meaty, dripping strip of skin in his hand that used to be Gracius' face, before tossing it into the wind. He flicked his hand disdainfully, and Gracius was sent flying across the dirt as if was a piece of rubbish Hades was discarding.

The ghoul turned to the last of the Frumentarii, those baring melee weapons, went to work on them.

One of the melee Frumentarii seemed to want to put the headband on Hades himself, and didn't think Tim was doing so quickly enough, because he leapt from his horse and crashed into Tim, knocking the masked man flat, and sending the headband clattering across the sand as the pair of them struggled.