Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190421032824/@comment-26517142-20190504034203

Gritting his teeth, Samuel shakes his head. All of the sudden he snaps his restraints without much effort and then looks to where the missile fired. "She will be coming out soon," he says as his ebony-black scythe materializes out of thin air and into his hands.

"There is no other plan....except doing whatever is necessary to knock her out." Samuel's eyes bat into focus. "Here she comes."

From the hole where Jura forced Balthema in, a hand rises, then another. The Femme Nemesis jumps out, her body steaming and her hidden eye flaring red. From her hand...a gigantic bat construct forms to which she swings frenetically. "YOU AID THE PRISONER - YOU ARE THEREFORE, A THREAT TO QUITONNE !!"

''REPTER! What is happening there??'' Circe's voice reaches into both Repter and Jura, sounding worried.