Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160927005650/@comment-26517142-20160929045634

Ercic looks at Ibrahim''. "This is.... Jeiel's plea. Not mine. Therefore... I am showing what he wants me to show you.''"

-CLINK-

Jeiel stands in front of a Circe clone. The last one. Clone after clone behind her faded into the blank space like burnt ash. He extends his whirling sword Arcansaw. It spins into life, flickering flashes of bright green life energy.

"Checkmate."

The Circe clone flashes a grin. "So it's come to this then."

"You're.... happy?"

The Circe clone stares at the floor. "I had expected this to happen. So much misery I've caused.... and now I'm to be cleansed for my sins. Kaput. There goes the legacy of the tyrant."

"You made Oz an unhappy place you know. Naetherkin were made as unfortunate souls because of your selfishness. And you nearly plunged the land into chaotic disarray!!"

Jeiel angled his whirling sword. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't split your skull."

"I have none."

The Circe plopped flat on the floor. She exposed her front. "Kill me. Rid of me."

Jeiel prepared to throw his blade onto her. One shot. One shot was but needed.

And yet.......

Jeiel halted the spinning blade. Sheathed it.

And on his eyes... were tears.

"Tell me Doctor.... what do you see in Jeiel there? Is it weakness? Or... is it pity towards me? I do not understand it in full. " Ercic asked in wonder.