Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20160724171730/@comment-26517142-20160726194853

Jared: Ow.

Marden: Harsh.

Cire looks at the mass before him. To his shock, it melts into mere powder. What he crushed was a doll made of clay.

Ozma: COME BACK HERE! COWARD!!"

The men left on the party look up. Circe had already taken the skies, forging a pair of dark wings. "As expected of the SerpentLord and the Hakaishin. Harsh. Brutal."

"What are you - planning to do?" Marden yells.

"'RIP the barrier." (creates on her hands an exact replica of the Spear of Ozma) "Invade the outside realm. Destroy the Maou. SImple, really."'

"You seriously think you can DO THAT?" Jared shouted. "That's nearly impossible!

"With this man's Resilience, capable of silencing any Mamono's DE? Hah. I don't think I won't succeed.

(Sees the Paths, helpless) 'Aww... the Paths can't do a thing. Watch... as Jeiel withers away. Shade. KILL THEM. (laughs as she flies and swoops Langwidere in her arms) THis woman can seal me. No way will I allow her to live.'

"Let go you FREAK!! LORD AROOOOO!!!!!"

Langwidere disappears as Circe flies - and drops her in the burning Emerald City.