Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-28358106-20160826173852

The horns fly at the formation, bursting. The Lieutenant braces himself, the concussions hitting his massive shield. Several nearby paladins are tossed aside, shredded by the explosion. They come out from behind their shields, closing ranks.

Jeiel grabs another Harpy, and as he reaches up into the air to get another one, he sees it...

Tiny, distant. But there, a black wound in the sky. His heart catches in his throat...

The wave hits, battering friend and foe alike. Harpies struggle, many staying aloft, but the Saintaurs and flying Oblations fall like rocks, hitting the ground with hollow, sickening sounds. His eyes move to Sebyl as she clutches her chest, falling to her knees. Her face twisted in horror as she begins to change, her body contorting as she tries to fight it.

"Jeieell...w...whaaat iiiss......"

He looks up at his army. Oblations stagger, kneeling. Harpies knock them down, tearing into the fallen Saintaurs.

He looks up. The Lieutenant grabs an Oblation as she is kneeling, and thows her to the ground, shattering her...