Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30700719-20170313134600/@comment-30700719-20170409231512

 The Xenomorph stands a little taller, the low ceiling obstructing it.

ICARUS's head snaps up off the ground.  He seems to be lifted into the air by an unnatural force. Suddenly, his whole body spasms, with palms facing up and arms spread wide. It stops quite quickly, and ICARUS laughs.  His skin starts to glow, and his bow becomes adorned with gold and silver, the bowstring made out of light. It zooms to his hand and he grasps an arrow out of thin code (?), an arrow unlike any other. Dark, brooding, like a shadow given form, the arrow promised only death to those who were struck by its bite. ICARUS pulled back the bowstring and fired, the arrows becoming like spears on launch. Arrow after arrow flew through the air, each one like darkness incarnate. 