Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20160618125909/@comment-28358106-20160620033355

The ray bounces off of my shield, held up with both hands. I glower. "I am a sorcerer, madame.  Doctor Ibrahim.  The title is not honorary."

"Well, how lovely!  Shall we play doctor, the..."

BAMF. I streak over to in front of her, a bolt of lightning. I appear in front of her, and yank the staff from her startled hands. As she stammers, it turns to dust.

"Children shouldn't play with toys they can't control." [NOW I'm using that line!]

"Why...you...you...!  That was my STAFF!!  I'LL KILL Y..."

I force push her away and she tumbles through the air. She rights herself and, screaming, throws a fireball. A wall of earth erupts in front of it and is shattered, nullifying it.

"I HATE YOU!  I'LL DESTROY YOU, YOU BAST..."

A pillar of stone hits her from below. With a cry, she is battered up into the air. As she tumbles, I palm down to the ground with a THOOM.

The cloud erupts into a whirlwind. Lightning, hail, driving rain and magic energy circle in a maelstrom, tumbling the helpless, shrieking witch. The tornado grows into a steady, deafening roar. I separate my hands and it dissipates. A small form tumbles from the cloud, landing with a thump.

I walk up to the sobbing, bruised, now very young girl. "You are very fortunate I'm a father," I say.

I pick her up, sit on a rock, put her over my knee, and yank up her dress.

"Consider this the lesson you should've gotten years ago," I growl.

I then spank the wailing little girl until her bottom is red.