Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160714040922/@comment-28358106-20160721150937

The small entourage, led by Ibrahim and Melandil,  has made it clear of the city. They are alone, for most of the populace has already fled, and their pace is slow. The pause for a moment.

Ibrahim sets Aegis down gently. Get speaks grimly. "Melandil,  help them escape.   I have to go back." He looks at the sobbing Aabi, and places a hand on her shoulder. "Please,  Aabi, take care of them.   Help them as best you can.  You're the strongest one here, and they'll need you." He then turns to the still weak Regina, takes her face in his hands, and kisses her for a long time...

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Conrad watches the battle passively, expecting no less from Hound. "I already told you," he sighs, " You can't destroy the Herald. It can't be..."

There is a thunderclap, deafening, and an explosion of arcane power. The smoke clears. A dark figure rises from the crater, cloak billowing. The Doctor steps from the smoke, slowly.

It is invisible,  but Hound can see it...the Glyph. It surrounds him, throbbing, waiting...

Ibrahim looks at Conrad, his eyes unlike any Hound have seen. He says nothing.

"Ah, I knew it would only be a matter of time," Conrad says cheerfully. "Finally, the man of the hour.  It takes quite a bit to draw you out, apparently." He points his sword. "I don't know why.  Although,  I can see why you would have to build your own adoring family." He grins, and his sword charges, drawing its energy together. "Let's see if they've made it out of the city yet."

Everything then happens very quickly.

The Holy sword bursts, it's devastating, city-destroying beam of light shrieking towards Whitemarch, dirt kicked up in its wake...

Then is a blinding flash, and an ear-splitting roar.

The beam has stopped. Crackling, pushing, breaking against a force it cannot penetrate, shards of light flying in all directions as it hits another force...

Bent and writhing like a thrashing snake, black and red and raw, tearing the air like a perpetual primordial lightning pulled from the depths of the Void itself. Impossible, and terrifying.

The Doctor floats just above the ground, the earth trembling and splitting, cracks spreading beneath his feet, the earth caving in beneath him, his arms outstretched. Above him is the Glyph, the wound in reality, bathing him in arcanum as the black bolt from his hands halts the Holy beam in its path.

Red lightning streaks upward, weaving through the clouds as the Glyph begins to manipulate the sky...

Conrad, his arm wavering as he barely is able to hold the Holy blade as its beam fights back, is incredulous. He lookout the Glyph, and for the first time in his life, Hound sees a look on Conrad's face.

Incredulous terror. The beam begins to waver...