Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171231064307/@comment-31049256-20180105173500

(Armata Group) Markel can feel the urge to restrain the others grow as he holds the tendril spell, but even so he has the will to hold back. He would dispel it completely if he trusted the situation was past, but he couldn't risk doing it even a second too soon given the speed those involved were capable of.

Kittycut steps in front of Baku, looking to Tirush. Despite how Triush had just yelled at Baku, Kittycut looks to the Wyvern with pleading eyes rather than wrath, "C'mon T, jus calm down. We jus don't want nobody gettin hurt ya know?"

Baku looks to everyone, seeing that this fight was going to happen no matter what he did...

He places a hand on Kittycut's shoulder, a small frown on his face, "Let it go gerl, there's no way they'll be satisfied till they fight."

"But..."

Baku stops her, looking over to Armata and Marcus, then up to Tirush, "If y'all really gotta fight fer real, least get everybody off tha field first...but I'd still like it if ya wouldn't kill each other. Would it satisfy ya if when yer enemy's down and out that they just leave?"

Meanwhile Markel was quick to release the tendrils, but not before many smaller ones had begun appearing bellow Marcus, Armata, and Tirush.

He sighs heavily and shakily, propping himself on Aisley.