Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20161224034213/@comment-26444332-20161228073121

Suddenly, a massive wave of malevolence bulls its way into Bolster's field, and Izaak finds himself skidding through the underbrush, having been thrown aside like a ragdoll. He comes to a stop near the three.

'You, Bolster. Check on him,' Saber instructs, readying her sword. 'Heracles is here.'

A roar sounds through the park as a massive man, eight feet in height and covered in muscle, and glowing with red power from within, steps out of the forest from the same direction that Izaak came.

His skin is the color of obsidian, a furious red light seeping through occasionally, like his insides are an inferno. His hair is long, dark, and unkempt. In one hand is a massive club-sword, and all he appears to be wearing is a Greek warrior's armored skirt.

Far away, Hunter taps his earpiece so that everyone can hear him.

'That's Heracles. He's an A++-ranked metahuman, with incredibly high physical attributes, especially his strength, and the ability to regenerate any wounds, including fatal ones. He has a stock of lives; twelve of them, replenished each day. We have to kill him enough times so that he submits. Do your best out there.'