Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-35000153-20180614210314/@comment-30700719-20180823024349

The Amalgamation watches all of this, blocking and deflecting the group's attacks with the occasional roving tentacle. But as the black fire, wreathed from the hand of the silent figure, scores true on the thing's body, it bucks and spasms. Slowly, every tentacle extends itself, and rear back as if to strike. Its eyes roam the room, the entanglement of tentacles orienting on each of the party members, before the Lilim mounted upon it hisses and points dead at Meia, "K̶̘̠͑ỉ̷͍́̚͠l̶͇͌̍̋̈́l̸̤̃͗̏ ̶̱͝t̴͉̳̘̝̒ḧ̶̭̦̠́̾e̵͙̎ ̵͉̾̊̕ẁ̷̜̖̦̾͜ę̷̩͔̍á̴̢̦̱k̵͖̲̱͌͛l̸̢̆í̷͙̫͗n̵̮͓̠̜̄̎͋̒g̸͎͕̋̃͜.̸͓̓̎.̶͕̱̰̉.̴̡̠̀̂" The Amalgamation jabs a spiked tentacle like a javelin straight at Meia's heart.