Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28718853-20190424132336/@comment-26517142-20190428105247

The tide of constructs continued to surge forward. Unimpeded. Unceasing. Ran jumped off the wreckage of the metal construct and used the growing vines to reposition herself in front of the fight. She eyed the close-ranged fighters with a stern expression.

"Follow ME."

And as she says so, she smashes a construct on the face, ignites her fist - and sends a spasm of blue-red fire that burns at the constructs coming closer to her. She dashed forward - making her way to the thick of the battle.

As Wanda prepares her healing wand... what happens is in abrupt taste. Jeiel senses a change in the air and he yanks Wanda - just in time.. for a sword to come shooting in her direction and embedding on the ground, sending a ripple of broken concrete.

Jeiel reels back in shock. The katana... was familiar to him. A familiarity that made him tighten his fist.

Jeiel turns to Wanda. "Scratch that. Take Cybele, please. I have to go."

Cybele's eyes widen at the same sight of the katana. "Jeiel - could that be from --?" Jeiel holds her shoulder and brushes a hand on her cheek.

"Don't think about it. I'll be back for you and Ran."

And without a word to Forjod, Jeiel shoots off into the wind... him seeing the man more worried than ever.