Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20180702001655

His eyes lock on her, watching the once proud half of the gemini blunder at him like a scorned maiden. "Your voice. A gutteral abherration. I will silence it."  A mistake, with consequence.

Saying no more, Prad delivers a strike to her face once, a weak blow aimed solely at destabilizing her. His hand, burning with his orchid flame, takes hold of her face, his gaunlet spiked up to a horrifying appearance. Were either of them still using their nose, they could smell dried blood on the gauntlet, that had changed in anticipation.

With no time to react, Prad plunges his armored hand unto the mature twin, a nightmare to begin...

Prad's armored hand is lodged deep within the abdomen of the half gemini, yrife with the same power that consumes his right hand. Slowly, the world before her is...bleeding into darkness, at least from her perspective. Her sight getting more near with each second, until the only vision allowed, the man who struck her.

From the other twin's vision, nothing seems to have changed, save for a tower of energy ripe from Prad and her sister's feet, collided into a pillar. The ma turns at the spoiled one, slowly "Savor your fleeting seconds, halfling. This sentence will be echoed unto you."

Elsewhere, the serpent makes no reaction of what Alburn said, unfazed by his declaration "Your kind has been subservient to the animals that eternally rot. I am not deterred by their erasure of what your ancestors once produce. But, no more about surprises. They wish to aid you. So, I bring you a gift"

The snake ends it's speech, presenting the rifleman with a gem. A pristine, yet raw piece of accessory "With this, their hands will guide yours. Their sights will be yours. Their strength, speed, dexterity, all tailored to what you are..."