Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20160903202816/@comment-26517142-20161017184219

Nunnaly's eyebrows quiver as the sandclone dies.

"Eziko, huh? I remember Jeiel, dearest husband, has a bone to pick with her.." Her claws flick wildly with her temperament.

Haia spots Uria and pats at her head. "Sit with me, child. I won't gore you. Let's watch Bellona fight. She's a Balrog, you know? Most powerful of the Demon races."

Ix: (Gulps) Good luck, Auntie.