Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26052600-20160302043959/@comment-26852465-20160328181819

Mercy spit out blood, as he rose from the ground. He made no groans of pain, from his wounds reopening. The two of them would notice his body steaming once more, as his wounds instantly scabbed over, and stopped bleeding. He told them he wasn't holding back, anymore. That also meant his absurd healing rate..

'''"Oh, you're going to be fun, indeed." '''Mercy approached again, this time.. splitting up into multiple red phantasms, ten, including their host. Each of them consisted of his pure hatred; manifested into energy. He didn't need to walk far since the golem had rushed him. His phantasms all converged on him; some flanking around, others attacking head on. Unlike Mercy, each of them had his iconic knife.. manifested through hate. Mercy's body attacked from the front as well. Even his bare hands could peel apart supposedly invincible dragon scales..

There was much slashing to be had from the Phantasms, attacking in all directions. Mercy, however, leapt up to Dreadnaught's face, clinging to it, reaching to jab out his eyes... or the equivalent of.