Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26052600-20160302043959/@comment-25547106-20160328042222

The golem responds with only a frustrated grunt; its eye shining brilliantly. Its murcurial blood seeped from the molten wound before the hole closed over. Suddenly, its shadow stretched and contorted, some sort of abomination hiding within. You shouldn't have done that... I don't like when I have to repair him... the voice whispers, its previously teasing tone now seething. The golem's shadow now lunged forward, seemingly tearing its umbra from the ground and piercing the spectral horror's chest. An inky blackness lingered as the shadow receeded and the spectral being felt its powers wane, as though a portion of itself had been snuffed out. The golem now reaches down and runs its hand through the molten mass of its former arm, scooping it up and smearing it over the wound, closing it with molten metal. It then grips its sword again, the miasma now billowing from its blade, creating a pool of dark, silver gas by its feet. The air began to grow so cold, even the being of fire could feel it through its burning intensity.