Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190516025150/@comment-29038468-20190608230006

Ophelia looks up and sees the missises incoming, and gets up. She'll have time to enact her plan to change the future she's seen later, for now, she has to protect what's here. Dragon wings sprout from her back and she flies up. She concentrates with all her might and clones all appear around her with bows in their hands. The real Ophelia summons one as well. "Ready, aim, hold...charge...Fire!" She shouts. All the Ophelia's let their magic arrows loose. As if guided by invisible hands and unseen winds, the arrows seem to home in on the missiles.

"That's right...get closer...that way I'll partake of the blood that spills when I brake free..." Pir'e grunts to herself in pain.