Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30700719-20170313134600/@comment-30700719-20170527014617

"Fuck dat shit! I ain't yo daddy!" I turn around with lightning speed, steal the Baphomet's warhammer, then, while she's still clinging on to it, I throw the war hammer like a javelin. All of this takes under five seconds. "Huh. I didn't know I could do that."  I watch as the Baphomet goes flying into her own legion. The airborne Witches look down at the gas, then at each other. Shrugging their shoulders, they plunge into it. I uncover my Rauser, then start it up and take off, the support frame expended. "Say, what happens if we stir that gas up a bit? Hurricane Attack!" The Rauser's tail swings down, then stops, while the Rauser enters equalised flight. Green trails of wind magic emerge from the wing tips, like ribbons. The Rauser begins to spin around and around, like a vertical aileron roll. Slowly but surely, the gas begins to pick up speed, resulting in a tornado of purple smog. I shunt the throttle to the left, then punch it, leaping up into the sky. At about 5km up, I point my nose at the horizon and roll slightly. "Well, that oughta fix that. I kinda doubt that those psychos would give up the chase that easy, however."

ICARUS nods and charges forward. He ducks under a swing, then jabs, closely followed by a parry and multiple slashes. 