Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191120203148/@comment-30014014-20191220152542

@Carric

A fitfull light hones on where the thunder stroke, erecting a defiant wall of dim amethyst shine. A shield sparing the drifter from the abyssal bite of lightning. Though, part of it cracks and sunders on its shoulder, scarring the metallic pauldron.

]And here we are[ It comments, the light of his proto-shield devouring the bolt that scarred its armor '']The amalgam calls on its other souls for comfort. A rapid pace to coax their cooperation, but, for how long can you hope to keep four helmsmen in one ramshackled body? Let us witness the passing time[''

Jagged shackles pounce from the planar underground, piercing the top, announcing their unwanted presence upon reality. Gaping wounds string from their burst on the floor. They glimmer with a sinister light.

"You might want to take a lithe footing on this one" Prad comments, his hands, unexplainly teeming with a cold yellow. As it was, he was working on pure instinct.