Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-28358106-20171220155326

(Scorn/Hound/S9) Cirelle hesitates, her gaze clearly showing that she doesn't trust the Vampire, her eyes darting back and forth between him and the wounded Opaline. Finally, gritting her teeth, she teleports to the large Opaline's side in a streak of frost.

When she reappears, she kneels next to her, setting her staff down. Then large Opaline looks at her, her eyes a mixture of pain and confusion. The others remain on the ground, moaning.

"I-it's going to be fine, Opes...man, the Queen is gonna kill me..." Cirelle's voice cracks as she holds out her hands, frost magic coating the wounded Slime and freezing her in place. As she does so, she looks up to Armata, tears streaking down her face as she gives him a hateful look. She then looks around at all of the others that are on the ground, and speaks to her teammates.

"I...I n-need to get her out of here. All of her, so she can be healed.  I'm sorry.  I-I'll try to come back..."

She raises her hand in the air, frost gathering around her and all of the Opalines. She gives Armata one last, hateful look.

"You cheating asshole!"

Closing her fist, the frost envelops them and blue-ringed portals open beneath all of them. They sink in, disappearing.