Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170103091405/@comment-26517142-20170613070008

Ma'Lim's head lost, the figurehead of the Dalakets tumbles back, and as it did its form spouted steam and made a haunting scream before dissipating. The Dalakets realize this and their form weaken at the loss of their leader.

Racer saw the disappearance and she stopped moving. So did the Aswangs and Engkants. For it wasn't Laz who ended its life, but that object

--which rolls in front of Cire.... as a ball of iron with a cross in its center.

"ALRIGHT! Everybody HANDS UP!"

From above a ledge..... two figures in lab coats appear with one handling a blazing gun. One was a slightly old man, another slightly younger. There was a heavy aura of calm, but hidden behind it was danger. The younger one had his eyes on Makiling and Balana.

"Now....where is my lost son in this mess of things??" He asks.