Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20180702001655

His eyes lock on her, watching the once proud half of the gemini blunder at him like a scorned maiden. "Your voice. A gutteral abherration. I will silence it."  A mistake, with consequence.

Saying no more, Prad delivers a strike to her face once, a weak blow aimed solely at destabilizing her. His hand, burning with his orchid flame, takes hold of her face, his gaunlet spiked up to a horrifying appearance. Were either of them still using their nose, they could smell dried blood on the gauntlet, that had changed in anticipation.

With no time to react, Prad plunges his armored hand unto the mature twin, a nightmare to begin...