Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26210095-20161010182926/@comment-25975584-20161012002531

"Prince Angron, their force is smaller than ours, although they appear entrenched upon a range of hills."

"Do you know what this calls for?"

"Gods help them..."

"It calls for searing heat to melt flesh, and bone. The screams will be delightful, although my mother's pain, as to how I am practically my father, will make it harder to bear."

"The poor woman, she still lives?"

"Yes, mostly because of the time I nearly killed father to prevent him from beating her. Sound the horns, I'll make sure their deaths are as quick as I can make them."