Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-35000153-20180910091112/@comment-33719112-20181109033625

Hollow removed himself from the wall he was clearly stuck in, rattling a little at Jura's request. '"He says he'll try, but he won't get his armor dented for Rep." 'Hollow under any other circumstance would've signed something back to her, but he wasted no time rushing right to the dragonborn's side. A shrill noise comes from the suit of armor as he charges right for the new demon, leaping and blasting himself upward with a bolt of blackfire, spinning to come down in a single, devastating strike.

The warriors in that fight rush foward to bear their blades against Meia in an attempt to break her incantation. It was up to Jura to stop them, or be impaled on their blades.

The amalgam explodes in a climatic style, the physical curses shattering at the tip of Bianca's staff. Huntress almost loosed a hail of bolts in the direction of the beast, but found that there wasn't any need to. She curtly nodded, and turned her attention to more pertinent matters. The real threat in the room.

Chernobog was sufficiently held at bay for the time being, his concentration divided by so many different stimuli. With a dissatisfied grunt, he released his final restraints on his power, the magical energy exploding out from his form in pinkish-red hues from his eyes and crystals. With a single blast, he blew back the ghost, even through their ethereal form.

"Enough. We end this now." He addressed to the adventurers.