Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-30014014-20190629151720

The dust settles from the impact place, whooshed away by the ambient winds. No visible culprit to the punctured holes, save for a sickly mix of purple and diluted pink shimmering in the air, coated around something sharp, its presence to the eyes of those unfortunate enough to see it, measured in a split-second. It dissipates with no ceremony, banished elsewhere.

At the background of dying smoke, Prad. Held in choke by the throat. The armored surroundings to his neck, shattered.

"The little lamb sought to keep the big bag wolf from suffering..."

A darkness in shape slowly reveals itself beyond the dull gray of ash falling from the two.

"To stand up for the big bad wolf, the little lamb afflicts himself with will..."

A darkness, amalgam of the fire and lightning. Fire polluting the ground beneath. Lightning afflicted to its arms.

"The little lamb has become tainted, however. Blind to the wolf. Blind to the undead. Blind to the light".

The young man struggles for air, catching just enough to avoid blacking out.

"Do not worry. I will oblige. You will be cleansed once more..."

"No...please...I..." The few words Prad spit out reward him with a much more striden choke-hold.

"The little lamb speaks out of line, corrupted by this thing that falls between silver and gray. But I forgive him, for I will make him right once more..."