Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-69.31.217.91-20141120035513/@comment-24408187-20141216035806

Char lay on the floor. He was hurt bad, but not out. Let out a huff of Pain. Growling under his breath. He slowly stood up and gave out an ungodly roar, followed by a wall of flame too bright to see threw.

He reached threw the flames with and grabbed Plutarch's neck, lifting him in the air and throwing out of the ring and onto the hard concrete. He flew out of the ring right behind his opponet. He leaped on top of Plutarch and swiped at his chest. Licking the blood off his claws with an almost sinister smile. Nothing like Char in the daylight.

((Yeah for sure))