Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28718853-20190424132336/@comment-26517142-20190429233441

The musket fires - blasts clean towards Cybele. In an instant, a plant sprouts behind her and generates a fruity shield that tears in pieces at the shock of the bullet. She looks to where the construct fired --

AND redirecting the plants.. rained bullets on its frame until it was shredded into fine pieces. After doing so.. she started directing fire on Averia.

"NEED A HAND??" she yells.

Ran counters the freezing breath with Agni Dactyl, searing the ground in defense as she runs through the melting ground unaffected by the mash of elements. While the Shock Deer charged in defense Ran dodged the antlers and her gauntlet-arm burst clean through one's chest. She grabs it from the other side of the body and throws it at its companion.

Following from that, Ran's gauntlet powers up. She opens her palm and slashes at the air -- her fingers generating torrents of sharp water that cleaves towards Frosthorn.

="POSEIDIA DACTLY."=

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Meanwhile..

Jeiel watches as the shadows start to emanate an eerie red glow. The atmosphere turns a dim crimson. Appearing out of nowhere...on a ground that seemed to be like a lake of blood.. was Abiathar Absalom.

"How long has it been, old friend?"

"Two years." Jeiel replied sharply. "I would have at least expected you had gone got a new look. But I can tell you're the same as you'll ever be." Abiathar laughs in amusement.

"Dear boy.. I'm a vampire. I'm as ancient as they get. And two years...IS BUT a grain of time for me." He extends a blood red katana. "You know what I want, Jeiel Yozama. And I have not ceased in planning my way to obtain it."

"Ugh... don't insist on it. I don't even know what the Hyperion's Soul is, and yet to claim I have it." Jeiel points a finger at the ancient monster. "What makes you so sure I have what you're looking for??"

Abiathar laughs.

"Boy.. the thought alone that Rhea is your progenitor... IS enough."