Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20161027174550/@comment-26517142-20170309012947

It took mere seconds. 5, for Abiathar's severed head to fly back to its body. 3, for all his wounds to heal. And one to raise his hand on the unsettled air. "Impede, Luna."

A Spanish saber appears on his hand  and with full strength, he impales it on the ground. The entire floor beneath everyone's feet glows bright red and all of the sudden, the feeling of pins and needles forces them to heel, unable to move.

Jeiel could see it faintly.. It was as if a sword were rammed past his hands and feet. "You... had this all along."

Abiathar walks up to him. "I won't go so low as to kill all who stand in my way. But I propose this: in a month, we meet at Jundex. Here, if you wish. A duel between 7 of your party AND 7 of mine. If I win.... you give me Hyperion's Sol. If you win.. then...... (he straightens up his face)... I forfeit my life. "