Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25363089-20190131225052/@comment-25389303-20190308221245

Orpheus clicked his neck loudly as he turned back to face his opponents. From the front of his heavy brown cloak, a small tendril of spoke spiralled upwards from where Sobet's attack had scorched his clothing. Unfortunately, it appeared to have done little else.

"I grow tired of this little game," Orpheus told them, once again spinning his bladed chain in a circular motion as he advanced slowly towards them. "Bark all you like. Deep down, you know you are no match for me. Not anymore."

"As if anyone would be bested by a faithless traitor like you, Orpheus," Sobet replied, nursing an aching shoulder as he readied his staff for another attack.

"The only faith I need is in myself, fool," Orpheus rebuked. "To succumb to weaklings such as yourselves is heresy."

"Then you follow the path to your destruction," the skeletal man answered, eliciting a dark look that could be sensed even from beneath Orpheus' mask.

"Better destruction than bondage!" he snarled, to which Sobet merely smiled and raised a bony, ink-covered hand.

"So says the slave to the free man."

With a snap of his fingers, a circular symbol suddenly glowed to life beneath Orpheus' feet - bright white, and radiant like moonlight in the darkened alley. A moment's hesitation was all that was needed for Orpheus to suddenly find himself at the rune's mercy, as a dozen grasping hands suddenly shot upwards from the symbol's surface, each one skeletal and glowing with Sobet's projected Aura. Within heatbeats, Orpheus was pulled to one knee as the clawing, bodiless appendages ripped and tore at the man's legs, forcing him into a kneeling position before his former leader.

Sobet waved his outstretched hand, and two more smaller runes lit up on either side of the giant, bright against the brick-and-mortar walls of the alleyway. A second later, several more ghostly hands extended from the runic surface to grasp hold of Orpheus' arms - forcibly extending them so that all of his limbs were immobilised.

"You should have surrendered while you had the chance," Sobet told him, nodding with contentment towards Nickelae to take advantage of Orpheus' incapacitation. "Now, it is too late."