Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190421032824/@comment-30014014-20190504180448

How unfortunate that the pursuer still clings to the confetti of his attire. One moment, Joseph still ran for the back, following the flight of butterfly carrying Ophelia. Another moment...

"Take a bow, man, you're very thorough". The clown had suddenly and impromptu turned to his assailant, briefly hovering from the floor whilst carrying the same momentum. As he raised his swords, so did the glimmer on him. The glow brightly, blindingly...

...and explode.

They explode in a concert of pink and purple, as the other confetti did to the rest left behind. Being afflicted with them over his person, the pursuer is sure to feel the overwhelming and blinding heat playing a crescendo all over him, though at a less horrid damage than the group who stood together behind. Their own exploding confetti added to each other's vehemently decking the halls with sparkling glitter and scorched walls. The only hope they had was of protection...otherwise, this was curtain for them.

As for the man seeking Joseph, he, once again, had a motionless drive seeing him dash from the man before he could attempt a clumsy attack, the particles on his side now revealed to be a pistol of glass. He shoots once...but not at the man himself.