Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170301124403/@comment-30014014-20170702220620

Grabbing something in his pocket, the dark man backsteps as small beads drop out of his pockets, exploding in black smoke titlted in gray inside. Jamming smoke bombs.

Price of Penance continues to beam whatever targets are still on the killzone, now unbound from its owner and circling to the nearest building for protection.

The dark man dissapears from the field, replaced by two Penumbra. One of ink. One of smoke. The inky shade pulls out an ax and shadowsteps near one of the dark shadows and a rattling is briefly heard before he starts swinging a throned shackle against it. The other one seeks out the highest rooftop begins hurling daggers at the other one.