Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-28358106-20161207015223

A chilling blast flows through the soldiers, an icy zephyr that extinguishes the flames and numbs their wounds. In an instant the groumd spkits and erupts in icy slabs, lifting Armata into the air and holding him back in a criscrossing web of shards. A bolt of lightning lands not far in front of it.

"Armata, ENOUGH!!"

I step forward, holding my arms out. I tear off my blood-stained smock and step forward, shouting.

"That is enough! Aren't you satisfied yet? These men can't even harm you!   What good does it do to kill them?  Your castle is destroyed!  Your plans have been ruined!  Your every move has been countered amd stopped, and you still persist!  Why?  What could you possibly hope to achieve?" I shout as loud as I can, the senselessness of it all making me shake with rage.