Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170103091405/@comment-26517142-20170602092217

(Hey... I didn't say anything like that. Misstype: I meant head, not hand. And besides, you already marked her from the beginning. Har-har.)

The Dalakets turn into vapory mists. They strike deathly arrows toward Laz, but find her defense was simply harder than any being they could encounter...

There is but one." Makiling, her eyes bearing hatred, pointed her spear at the Aswangs lining up in their primal state. "The death god of Filiphilos cannot side with these darkened kin. You are an existence fallen from grace. "



"Nor is he allowed to coerce with your pretentious ilk." Balana seethed sternly. "Sidapa is neutral, isn't he? He is allowed to be in whatever side he chooses. And... he chooses to be here. He saved my daughter's life. From humans."



Makiling gritted her teeth.

"Also... aren't we supposed to be facing not each other, but that enemy?"



Balana motioned her head to the Dalakets now gathering around Laz, who had attacked them with relentless force.

Balana: Where is my daughter, Sidapa? (Bellows to Cire)