Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20160613052136/@comment-26517142-20160615014403

(I'm back! And just in tine for LoS to reenter!)

The Oblation, in spite of the damage it had accumulated from all sides, remained unfazed. She removes her glasses, eyes still closed.

"It is a tool's duty to serve her master as seen fit, not forecast who and what he or she is. MOVE."

Pure whitish-green light erupts into existence and sends Praetor careening to the ground. It continues to sear the landscape and bathes the ruined forest in green flames.

The Oblation stands. She puts out the fire on her arms and legs, and a set of modified wings sprout behind her.

"You are disrupting my mission. Please perish."

She flies into the night sky. From her arm, an encircling round of missiles are fired towards the group below.