Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161008211047/@comment-28358106-20161018023332

The cyclone disperses and I cough, staggering a bit. The chronomark has taken a lot out of me, and I look up to see Armata none the worse for wear.

"Well...shit..."

Hound charges, and Jorge fires his spear of light once more. I watch it strike, the two of them flying. For a split second, I am at a loss, until I see Armata crash into the burning hulks behind him.

Taking a deep breath, I reach out and grab the fabric of the planes. I pull downwards, increasing gravity in the area I believe Armata to be. The burning effigy splinters and crushes to the ground, the flames dying down but the coals beginning to burn far more intensely because of the pressure.

I reach out with my other hand. I pull down as hard as I can, fighting the cosmos itself as the heap becomes white hot, hoping Hound can rebound quickly enough if this doesn't work.