Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20160726000337/@comment-26517142-20161012160712

(Wow. You let that hit, huh?)

Praetor's body bleeds profusely. Blood mixes in with mud and rainwater. He collapses. The family he defended cries for his life, screaming for Jeiel to stop.

''JEIEL, YOU MORON! YOU'RE KILLING HIM! DRIVE HIM BACK, I IMPLORE YOU! ''

Jeiel stares at the almost-nonexistent blade plunged at his lower chest. He spits blood as the hilt clatters beside Praetor, its blade fading away. The wound spurts of damage, and yet the beast in Jeiel shrugs it off.

KILL him.

He can't die.

'THEN REND HIM UNTIL HE CANNOT STAND. THAT SHOULD NOT BE A CHORE for you, WOULD IT, HOMUNCULUS?!'

''I know. ''His hands ignite in golden, rainbow-streamed flames

'SEVER YOUR TIES. DESTROY EVERYTHING. KILL. '

'KILL. KILL'

KILL.

=KILL.=

Jeiel brings his fist down...

...

........and strikes at his own wound.

The golden light blasts through Jeiel -and a black stream of blood jets into the heavenly gloom.

=NYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!=