Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-26517142-20160902012337

Sebyl sinks to her knees. She felt like the world has fallen off her shoulders. Her world. "No.... not Oz.... no no.. Papa..."

Sebyl squeezes her shoulders gently. "This isn't the end, Ozma. All the citizens have been evacuated. The only thing left now... is to clean the mess." She turns to Ibrahim. "Ozma and I will go with you. We'll support from behind the lines."

Ozma squeezes Sebyl's hand back. "Now I know you aren't just a Slime." She smiles. "You'll need a guide inside. The Palace is confusing if you're but a first timer. "

She raises her hands, and immediately a wall of shimmering light gathers in front of her, bearing her crest. The winged sprite.

"LET'S MOVE!"

Hound and Armata are about to clash with a wave of Conrad's soldiers when an entire line gets slammed out of the way.

"GET OUT OF MY WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!"

Haia screams as she jumps above them, lobbing her giant axe into the fray. Several soldiers scream and duck as the axe lands on them - or tosses them aside. "HELL HATH NO FURY THAN A WIFE SCORNED!!" She bellows.

"IS THAT A HOLSTAUR???"

"I-I-IMPOSSIBLE!!"

Haia gleans over them, her eyes becomeing dark red and her horns curved. "SO WHAT IF I AM??" She slams her fist on a man's face, the teeth knocked out of him. "Help me clear a path!" She yells. "I'm pissed and I'm going to vent it out, with or without JEIEL-SAMA!"