Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-26517142-20160826155949

"Sh*t." Jeiel watches as the Lieutenant deflects the advances of Tin Woodsmen, Oblation and Saintaur alike. His shield gives way for advancing Undead. Jeiel wastes no time in rushing towards the one comandeering this defamy of the Demon Lord's balance.

"Haia. " He commands. The Holstaur weilding a huge labrys stands by his side. "Horned Banquet."

Haia nods. He activate Fides,  the energy of hate and burning rage escaping to form ethereal, hornshaped blades all levitating around them. Jeiel flicks a hand. The horns begin to encircle and spiral to the intruder like missiles.

"FIDES: HORNED BANQUET!!!"