Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20160721185731/@comment-26517142-20160724170233

Praetor attacks at once. And as sudden as he lifts his sword....

BANGGGGGG!!!

Praetor's cold steel hits against a gilded, golden staff, clawed on either ends and slicked in divine ambrosia, from within Ersha.

"Allegiance- FIDES. CALADLUST!!!"

I strike the weapin against the earth. Shockwaves perforate. Praetor stops on his tracks.

"Praetor. I understand that your anger and your pain are caused by no other than Miss Druella. But in such an event where no lives are intended to be taken, do NOT soil the sanctity of Ozma's palace. If you want to kill her, I will ask you and her to LEAVE. OR I WILL THROW YOU OUT MYSELF.

(THe Paths stare in awe))

Sebyl: Am I seeing right or is he....?

Cybele: He is. He's... serious.