Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-28358106-20160829232443

There is a shockwave. Both Armata and Hound are blasted across the room, crashing through ruined furniture and destroying bookshelves. Midway through, Armata turns into mist and reforms on the opposite side of the room, while Houndd falls into a roll and stops in a kneeling position, crouched and ready.

Ibrahim lowers his hands, while a terrified Lucida's runes fade as she stops channeling magic into her father. He steps forward and looks at Armata, who is casually brushing himself off, and then to Hound, already beginning to grip his sword.

He stops at the sound of Ibrahim's voice. He is looking at Hound, his expression unreadable. Finally, he asks a question.

"Marcus...is this true?"