Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28718853-20180307023000/@comment-31049256-20180925013550

Sif rushes forward, the kamaitachi feeling the anxiety and mental hand of her MW reaching out after her as she suicide rushes into the enemies.

As agile as she can given her load she dances around, splashing the oil wildly along the hall and the constructs.

When the archers fire, she is able to block an arrow with the canister, but the second strikes her in the arm, making the limb go limp as it hits some vital tendon.

She yelps in pain, dropping the oil with a clang as it slides a few more feet forward. In her anguish she is tempted to stop and grip her right arm, but pushes onto the end, "NOW!" she yells back.

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"Well met, Lady Vivian!" Sieglinde declares as she shoves the woman forward so she can dodge the volley from the murder hole. She then attempts a second strike, which is met with a second clash, "But you are mistaken, for it is I, Sieglinde of Vantulos' Veterans that shall be the victor. Now, for your capture of Lady Rix's man you shall feel MY WRATH! HYAAA!"

Sieglinde's muscles tense as she uses her great might to push forward, while nearby Anri narrowly dodges the wolf, thanks only to the fact that her tail was smaller than her sisters'. The spell blade fades, but she waves the spearstaff and a murder of faintly blue spell orbs scatter with its motion.

They hang for only a moment before decemating the wolf, giving her just enough time to not be made into a cute little pincusion, but she is still caught in the ankle, forcing her to use her weapon as a walking stick to stay upright.

Reby takes in a sharp breath, her mind completely focused now that she was inhaling her long missed cigarette smoke and the drugs within.

It only takes her a moment to tell where the woman she'd marked was, and like a lithe predator she weaves around the arrows to her prey's hiding spot, "Hehehehahaha!!"

In mid-air Arianna disapears from the ground before reforming along her flying blade.

The clinking of her blade may as well be a gong pleasure for Mikayla, as she soon finds the blade whip around her neck. Arianna grips the ledge above, and momentum soon forces Mikayla to hang herself on the blade whip. Rather than any deadly snap or choking pain, she feels just an erotic tightness on her throat as her body rapidly loses Energy, replaced by a flooding pleasue she had no hope of escaping alone.