Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171231064307/@comment-28358106-20180105202804

(S9/Battle group) "NO!" Tirush shouts. To anyone paying attention, the ground gives a slight tremble.

She looks to Baku and gestures with a arm wing, flinging it towards Armata's direction. "Here, there are no rules! This talk is for groundling belly-crawlers, who hide behind their words, and call them truth!  You have no strength, you have no truth, except the truth in the fire of the hunt!  The prey is marked, and he has made his challenge!"

She spits a gobbet of lava, and it smacks the ground and melts the dirt, sizzling. She glares back and forth to Baku and Kittycut.

"Take the others from the field. I will not fight then, until this is done.  Be quick, but do not interfere with those of us who stay, and do not stop my hunt, or I will mark you as well."

She rumbles as she speaks, reserving most of her glare for Kittycut, knowing that the sword spirit would likely interfere if she felt the urge.

"Fine, then. Fine.  I fucking surrender," Regina snaps, throwing her hands up and giving an extremely rare example of her swearing. Coming from her, it doesn't seem appropriate.

She pivots and begins stomping off. "I'll help get the unconscious off the field.  But we'll talk about this VERY thoroughly later."

"Yes. We will." Tirush sneers.