Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20180630212131

The imposing shroud of smoke blots out Prad's gaze, promising a meeting with the high end of a claw, spurned forth by the undead his semi-sapient serpent had diven into. For a moment, Prad gazes into the man's eyes, time slowed to a crawl in his perspective. The imposing shape of his would-be enemy. The precision of his talon, going for a killshot.

And yet, all the undead gaze had in return was a blank stare. An uninterested gaze. Devoid of fear, surprise, or a scowling glare of a battle-ready man.

Indifference.

Prad's alien gaze had already diverted from his attacker, turned back to his true preys: the gemini. "Animal, your use here is forfeit. Remove your corpse from my sight".

With those words, in mere centimeters from his face, a wall of orchid flame spurn form the ground, intercepting Gethin's kill-strike. The flame takes the shape of yet another serpent, howling at the undead with its hissing fangs. While the burns hadn't started yet, the opportunity of preventing such damage is but a short one. Short so, that Prad had already left the premise, eyes turned to the gemini who had reunited. He starts walking toward them.

One step.

Two steps.

And he fades in unatural speed, leaving a deathly trail of fire, rushing at them, more flames within his palms. One for each, he aims at their stomach, a possessed stare accompanying his pace.

Elsewhere...

Slithering made its way to Alburn, who collapsed at the feet of stone. The serpent, who had previously missed its bite against Gethin, had not burned out. Instead, it gazed at Alburn, its speaks meeting his. Alien flames adorning the body, so close to the rifleman. And yet, it attackes not. Rather, it shortens its size, before swirling at Alburn's arm. The flame that shapes it does no harm, none to his clothes. None to his flesh.

Eventually, it meets the man face-to-face, its eyes gleaming with a yellow-like mix "Rifleman. Your day has not fallen to the twilight. Stand.".

The flame coating the serpent starts spreading outward at Alburn, pinpointed at his most likely injuries, burning them away like a bad dream. The serpent turns from his eyes, looking at his rifle, idle. With a pulse of its eyes, the serpent brings the rifle to Alburn's knees, as well as his pistol. The snake returns to the man "Your ancients are watching your acts, rifleman. They approve of the struggle you muster with your path. But now, they seek to lend strength to your battle. Against their enemies past"