Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20161129060922/@comment-26517142-20170903221550

Instead of dodging.... Themadon takes it. And did the blade sink through? Yes. Yes it does. With a pop of both skin and bone, and the spurt of acrid blood bursting forth from behind Themadon nearly gags and reels at the attack. He almost falls to his kness - but the man grabs the end of the blade and squeezes, his hands injured now.

"I..... now understand something....... about you."

He sticks his hand into his pocket..

"You.....make things real.... and all things such as... (COUGH *WHEEZE*) this ...is a product....of your mind...."

All of the sudden, he produces from his pocket.... a small, whistle-shaped device. From atop it, is a button that is revealed by flipping the top open. "What then... is the use of your power... if you cannot think of anything else.... except THIS."

And upon pressing, what came next was a harrowing, scream of a sound that blasted into the very innard of K'eth's mind... deafening and somehow, reverberating in all possible directions, nooks and crannies... filling the void of this empty plane..

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"Whoa whoa whoa. B-Back up."

Nyarcca stops and buzzes a sing song, "Eeeeeeee... isn't that rich, Je-i-el? A new girl in your cavorting schemes." "Buzz off, Nyarcca. Not helping right now." He looks insistently at Imbellis.

"Th-that's ... not really up to me to answer. But.... who do you like more? "