Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28718853-20190424132336/@comment-26517142-20190501022532

"INCOMING BACK-UP!!"

AS Riza retreats the melee construct meet bullet fire at the hands of Cybele's plants. She pulls back the singed vine razed by the tribal woman and she seethes in anger.

"That's IT. "

Her vines retract ..and she finds herself descending on the melee front. Unguarded. Some of the constructs careen towards her.. but plants shove and crush them out of the way.

Ran looks around. She blurts out, "So your last option is...surround me. Petty. But...I have learned well that such an effort... often leads to a massive collapse." Her gauntlets lighting up once more, she utters aloud as she hits the ground:

= "CHERNOBOG DACTLY."=

In an instant, the surrounding constructs are sucked into orbs of nothingness that appear in between them all, black goop of unknown matter leaking out. Frosthorn is caught in the middle...and the orbs all begin to converge into one.

"No. WAY. OUT."

".... !"

AND ALL of the sudden... a beam of ice freezes Ran on the back.. and as this happened... all Forjod sees is the sky...beginning to turn a vacant red, starting from the forest that Jeiel wound up into..

And a laugh that rings in their ears. One that seems not intended for them..but for the the combatants beyond the fight for the factory.

="... muhahahahhahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHA !!!"=