Black Morass abyssus abyssum invocat

d: 19, no attack roll b/c he stopped!

atilius ducked, dashing away with a grunt and a final spray of loam into the air. his lungs were aflame and he saw through a haze of crimson in one eye, but he had never felt more energized. his blood surged and thrummed with a desire for more, but the ache of his muscles and the throbbing of his cheek forced him into a halt.

he wasn't the best. not yet. but he was something.

panting, atilius gave kovictus a knowing look and a tilted half-grin. he almost felt as though the two had bonded, in a way, over a shared hobby — a shared calling in life.

violence.