Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170602093859/@comment-29038468-20170812061330

"I'm going after her!" I say running after Ozma.

The magic hearts that rain down on Drac-chan all flow through her body down to the ground with no effect, she is embracing the full extent of her monster heritage. The magic is bouncing off of her scales.

"You forget, this is a plane of cognition. (Pir'e extends her arm and a rapier of ice materializes in her hands.) And by my royal heritage, you are not welcome here." She says with conviction. The watery form of Ozma appears next to Pir'e. "Ozma, will you join me in this ballroom blitz?" She asks gently.