Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20160618125909/@comment-28358106-20160620161934

Consider yourself lucky, Circe," I shout, shielding and throwing magic attacks of my own.  "The King isn't one for nuanced negotiation. You're lucky your castle is made of emeral---SHIT!"  I bolt horizontally as one of her attacks brings down a wall.

I reappear, at the ready. "Allright, Jeiel, what's the plan?"