Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37523810-20190307035754/@comment-37523810-20190413222306

“Better than having a knife in my stomach,” Roran tried to sit up, but winced as his bandages held him back. Alleria eased him back down as he sighed. “The boat’s moving... are we on our way again?”

Yuna nodded, but frowned with some concern. “I heard Shira crying. Is she okay? Did something happen?”

The crowd seemed to more so laugh than applaud. They only began to cheer after the arena master spoke again. “And at the other end, we have our current champion. Five years in the arena, undefeated in her rank since the beginning of her career, and the strongest Manticore in all of the Cyrzure Isle. I present to you, the one, the only, Amelia!” The gates on the other end swung open with a furious jolt as a tall, toned, and voluptuous woman kicked open the entrance. She was dressed in a very diaphanous cloth that stuck to her skin (almost like a full body wetsuit). Her wings fanned out from holes in the clothing at the back, with another slit opening from her rear to allow a large, bulbous tail, its spines flexing in and out as it was ready to poise at any moment.

“Wo shuo bu chu ni de yuyan.” The Hinezumi stuttered. She was speaking a Mist language.

(He and the legionnaires are directed by the Church. Elias has the power to pardon the Captain, but this will probably ensue more trouble.) “Your grace... need I remind you that this crime he has committed is a sin against the Chief God herself? Justice must be served, must it not?”

He came across a small building with a sign that was intelligible in its Zipanguan writing. However, a symbol of an anvil hung next to it.

“Where are we? I... I smell sage... my garden...” Haruto tried to look around.