Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170301124403/@comment-30014014-20170920001325

'''You really haven't noticed? Well...'''

''The world slowly  returns to darkness, gradually reaching current Jeiel. The cinder trees, the ashes, the dead surrounding. It all fades in the dark. While that happens, his Matra rises a hand, a classic sword escaping the palm.''

'''Three times I gave you the occasion to stop them. But you didn't...'''

As the Messenger says this, Matra Jeiel readies his foot and kicks Elona's face away from her hands.

*Crack*

Such is he sudden violence that her breath is cut short, staggering to the right.

*Crack*

''This time, his other foot strikes her on the chin, just as she was falling o the right side. She is holstered up, briefly staring at her executioner. Fear leaks out of her face as his free hand clenches.''

*Brawwk*

''And off she goes, puncturing the tree as ​Matra Jeiel punches her through it. More scrapes of clothing is reaped. She slams against yet another.''

'''...then, I gave you the occasion to speak to her. But you spat venom at her...'''

''As Elona staggers, ​Matra Jeiel spits the kind of insults one would throw at a mamono. About how they are nothing but things to sleep with and never mentionned. About how they will never regain the forgiveness of humans they butchered before. Her waning confidence crumbles much more, driving her, to something...''

'''...and now, you watch as a part of you is walking to kill her. All without flinching. Now, what kind of emotion would describe something like that?'''

​Matra Jeiel raises his sword for a killing strike, its red blade shimmering against the encroaching darkness, Elona no longer moving.

Ohh, that right...

Darkness engulfes his other self, right as the weapon clashes down.

Indifference.