Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170103091405/@comment-26517142-20170616093111

The younger person named Levenstein looks on over to the three warring factions, including Cire and Laz and Chee now hiding from behind him. "How's it going folks? We're just here to collect what's ours." He smiles with an air of arrogance.

Jeiel Yozama, yours?" Makiling commands. "Are you saying this man is originally your property, and now you're here to claim him?"

"Naturally." Levenstein replies sternly. "He is yet to fulfill his purpose. And since.. he's lost his way... parents have to set him in right. "

Balana doesn't answer. She simply bares her fangs and charges towards them. But the older named Parsades throws a bolas that instinctively wraps itself on Balana and she is rooted on the ground, being stunned by an electric wave.

"Temper." Parsades muttered. "Getting in our way will get you nowhere."