Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-43950056-20191113002927/@comment-38255726-20200428043406

Peircing sounds of laughter leave the mans punctured head, alike air leaving a balloon, calling for his brethren. Shrieks filled the woods, demons surrounded the Doomsday Maid as her power flooded out, seeping into the arena of chaotic energy that surrounded them. Everyone attacks at once, some blasting out fiery bursts of blazing hellfire, and some shooting missiles or bullets at her postion.