Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26052600-20160203043235/@comment-26852465-20160227053334

Michi... seemed enraged. She wasn't one to feel emotion, but now, she felt so offended at Moor Dread for attacking.. her hands wove.. her mouth conjured incoherent words. This would be a horrifyingly intense spell.. one she would have to call by name to use.

"Supreme Hold." At her words, her Archaic energy swole.. logic appeared to have imploded violently on Moor Dread, forming a Moor Dread sized prison cell of gravity and space with zero mobility. "I already surrendered my actions, and yet you dared to strike me still? And strike your own comrade? Despicable..."

''"Mmh.. I can't hold all these lemons..." ''DM appeared to be sound asleep...