Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-27550231-20190606030711

The avatar stared dispassionately as her brother rised from the pit bloodied blade in hand. She cared not for the death nor destruction as it was bit nature for those to occur but for another deity to commit them... that she could not forgive. She raised her hand halfway and then pointed a finger up an etherial gauntlet burst forth from the crater grabbing Paramool by his throat. The familiar arm dwarfed the beast and wrapped its fingers around him enveloping it almost fully in it's crushing grasp.

"You are swift to shed blood: Destruction and misery mark your way: And peace you have never known. But you are alone. And that is why you fail time and again."

With a second gesture a second gauntlet burst forth from the ground seizing the beast in place, the pattern of the armor eerily reminiscent of the Warden's.

"Doom has come upon you that dwell this land. The time has come. The day is near! No more shall panic come forth from these mountains!"

The gauntlets pulled Paramool unto the ground pinning him and leaving the nape of his neck exposed for attack.