Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160903233916/@comment-26517142-20160905080842

"You're a B*TCH..."

LoS and Ibrahim find themselves staring at the angered form of Ozma Magdalene, Original Queen of the Throne of Oz, her energy burning bright- and hotter than the sun.. Wings emerge from her back, phasing in the colors of the rainbow.. marked in green as the hue of her land.. emerald energy flickering all over her...

"You destroy all this.... you wreck thousands of innocent lives for manslaughter... you tear a family APART.... AND MY HUSBAND had wanted to spare your life? IN THE NAME OF THE FAMILY MAGDALENE YOU WILL BE SLAIN - AND NONE SHALL REMAIN OF YOU, WHORE!!!"

....

The sky cracks with something whizzing in the air of Oz.

Everyone looks up. Someone was flying.

No. Dive-bombing.

A glow is made from Haia's trinklet. She bursts with newfound energy, and feels the tender light touch her soothingly. "You're alive....." She tears up. slamming her labrys at the horde.