Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-28358106-20160829042049

"Papa...I...can't..." the runes on Lucida's body crackle with red energy as the little Golem strains, her body shaking, tears running down her face.

"Just a little more, Lucida!"

One by one the paths are lured into the sphere, where they revert to their normal selves. As a squirming cheshire is dragged into the shimmering globe, she changes and falls unconscious.

Lucida looks up momentarily, sees the last path saved, and releases. She collapses into Ibrahim's arms.

"Well done, sweetheart," he says quietly.

Asja is pushed out of the way by Los as he tangles with the Wyvern, punching it across the face and knocking it out cold.

She stands and adjusts her glasses, one side of which is cracked. "I suppose I should thank you, although I could have beaten it easily," she says. "I've been fighting these creatures for days."