Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170227104250/@comment-27950421-20170507010154

I snort in derision, "Taking out a grudge you have agaisnt the old Fey King on Jeiel just because he governs the same patch of land... typical."

I tilt my head from side to side, causing the bones to pop rather loudly, "But you do realize... Jeiel isn't the ruler of Oz, merely a steward with a famcy title."

My eyes flash crimson and my aura engulfs the area around us making my bloodlust clear to everyone, "If you want to wreak havoc on Oz you must go through it's true ruler. In other words..."

I am suddenly engulfed in crimson energy which disipates to reveal a distinct change in my attire. In place of my casual clothes I am suddenly in a fear inspiring black armor, formed from thick, shell like scales and riddled with fangs, claws, and spikes, all colored as if they had been scorched black by a raging inferno. A blood red cape billows out from my back, tattered as if it would fall apart at any moment. In one hand a massive greatsword, large enough for a human to use the flat of the blade like a bed and made from the same materials as the armor, the edges stained blood red and the core of the blade glowing with an inner fire.

I raise the blade with disturbingly casual ease and rest it across my shoulders, "You must first go through me."