Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190516025150/@comment-29038468-20190619050549

After I see Ophelia get hurt, my armor turns from pink to black and my voice becomes very deep. "I hope you've made your peace. Your lives are forfeit." I tell them as a massive wave of DE comes off me in waves. Spikes jet out of my armor and impale the Farceur holding me.

After getting knocked in the head, 'Ophelia' is then transported to her control center where the others are. "What happened?" She asks as if she wasn't there for what happened. The Ignis sighs. "Ya just got your head cracked is what happened kid! I can only do so much ya know? I'm not the one behind the wheel here, you are!" The Ignis tells Ophelia.

"I'm fine darling. Maybe you have you miserable old hag. But I doubt you've seen everything I have to offer..." Pir'e replies. She sinks into a blood puddle and the rest of the puddles start to envelop Loina's sphere and start to apply great pressure to it. "I've had time to reflect on all of my mistakes, all of my actions, all of my abilities. The dark hides a great deal more than you think. The slightest crack, the smallest lapse in judgement or concentration, allows for one to get so much closer than you'd think..." Pir'e's voice says from inside the sphere. "But where could I be?" She asks.