Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26052600-20160203043235/@comment-25547106-20160227044842

(I apologize, but I will have to retcon your response.)

Armstrong grips Moor Dread's sword tightly, the force of his grasp coupled with the magical enchantments upon his gauntles allowing him to physically crush the portion of the blade that he'd been holding. "Sir Dread, I have told you before; you may have escaped the clutches of death once, but if you continue to incite unnecessary conflict with noncombatants, I will be forced to reintroduce you to your demise." Armstrong states, his voice stern as he allows the lich to vanish, her immense magical power allowing her to perform a spell rapidly, reducing her physical form to that of intangible smoke, wafting harmlessly through the air.