Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190627101923/@comment-30014014-20190731153718

The tears aimed at the gemini, the debris, the whole intented for their destruction...

...all falter. The tears are violently snuffed out, pulled inward by the dark, his glare, radiative "Oh no! This little instant-kill you're trying to pull ain't gonna work! You'e gonna have to get that delusional clunge of yours over here and kill us the old fashioned way! Like this!"

The violence in which her attempts to kill them are forced to his hands is instant, the spae crying out in the searing pain of his ether manifesting, the chaos of intangibility accumulated betweem his palms. With it crushed by one of his fists, the dark takes a swing backward with the arm charged in corrupted ether. And sweeps forward "Try not to let them poke an eye out!"

His palm opens, ushering out an array of thousand of man-size needles flying beyond the grasp of sound straight at the one they name Egaraida, all aimed at maiming and killing.

The bright crossed his arms, heralding the two in a case of translucide sphere, a weather against anyone's wrath. His mind, left to ponder Jeiel's words while leaving his darker counterpart content with the offensive "In pain, he says"