Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170802162903/@comment-28358106-20170807035707

(S9/Ant/Reby) "Is that so?  Well, I am not much on ordering people about, so I will say only this.  We are stronger together than fighting apart.  If you see a teammate in trouble and can disengage without putting yourself at risk, help them.  Likewise, if you have an opportunity to attack an opponent that has been opened up by your teammate, help them, but only if they know you are doing so, so as not to interfere amd cause complications. Besides that, if any should find themselves in trouble, use me as a buffer.  I am sufficiently armored.  Now, then..."

"...HIYAAAA!"

Antoinette rears up in a battle cry, her arms out. There is a spectacular burst, brilliant bolts of light forming a ball in her right hand and lengthening into a spear of pure, shimmering energy with a metallic sound. Ribbons of ether come together on her right arm, forming a glowing block that dissipates with a hum into a massive shield. 

Arcs of light pierce the air, weaving around her torso into a silver breastplate and pauldrons.

She lands on her front hooves with a heavy thud. Her wings unfurl around her in a halo of white. She hefts the shield effortlessly, and holds the light lance under her arm.

"Let us ready ourselves!"

Thomas gives Lilrava an odd look. Then, understanding crosses his face, and he leans back, nodding. "Ahhhh. I get it.  There's someone here you really like, isn't there?  It's all right, that's perfectly normal." He pauses, thinking. "...But not the steam part. I've...never heard of an elf doing that. What happened, exactly?" He raises a brow at her.

"Ooh! Papa!  Papa, look!  Antoinette's gotten her paladin stuff ready and they're about to start!" Lucida reaches over and pounds Thomas' leg with a fist.

"Ouch! Lucida, please!" Thomas says, rubbing his leg, his previous conversation forgotten.

"Oh. Sorry," Lucida says distractedly, cramming popcorn into her mouth.