As The Mordred vaulted from rooftop to rooftop, he felt that the blade of the Madgod pulled him somewhere particular, as if it wanted to show him something. He lept from a flat roof onto one of the more organic-looking buildings and ended up knee-deep in entrail-roof. Gagging, he pulled himself free and dropped to an ajacent roof, this one made of ordinary stone. At least, until his feet touched it, upon which it started to turn into a foul-smelling cheese.
Groaning at the Madgod's antics, he dropped to street-level, whereupon the sensation in the sword stopped.
He looked around and saw something that didn't belong in the realm. A soldier, foolishly trying to be stealthy in what seemed heavy gear. While not immediately visible, he stuck out like a sore thumb. The Mordred stepped back and threw himself at the soldier, feet extended in hopes of hitting him square in the jaw. This would be a certainty if the lazy fuck who was responsible for responding wouldn't post anything soon.
Groaning at the Madgod's antics, he dropped to street-level, whereupon the sensation in the sword stopped.
He looked around and saw something that didn't belong in the realm. A soldier, foolishly trying to be stealthy in what seemed heavy gear. While not immediately visible, he stuck out like a sore thumb. The Mordred stepped back and threw himself at the soldier, feet extended in hopes of hitting him square in the jaw. This would be a certainty if the lazy fuck who was responsible for responding wouldn't post anything soon.