Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-28530195-20160829020418

I sigh at creature that was once Jeiel. "Oh come on...first Tack..now you runt?" I mutter sadly before pulling out my sickle and turn away, not wanting to witness this, no one deserves to watch a friend die.... Meanwhile the Crucible has removed a large ammount of my power, leaving me only several times stronger than a powerful moster.

(At Martha Krull) Tack's condition starts to detiriorate rapidly before Xena's eyes, within minutes she's nearly a skeleton. She looks up at Xena, and forces a small number of words out of her mouth. "Don....le.....Cir.....die.." she bearly says, her eyes nearly blank with no life in them. Xena. "Ci-re?" she realizes wha Tack means. "Sor-ry Tack..." she runs out and manages to open a portal to my position, and enters it....leaving the near-death Tack all alone...