Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20161024051743/@comment-28530195-20161025031808

xena growls and gets up. "I said, that at a point I WANTED to be dead, and that was if I never met Cire....So  yes. And as for killing me, Pft....The things that killed me, over and over again, are infinitly greater than any creature that supposedly is your 'last chance' she says as she starts to cool down rapidly. A few seconds later tha hand that was holding her cracks and shatters apart from ice: the very same type of ice that attacked her earilier. Xena then gets up and dusts herself off. "Typical vampiric arrogance, all bulllshit and lackluster attacks, always trying to top the last one...pity...gothic wretch.." she mutters as she gets herself ready to end the half-breed.