Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-31049256-20171204090125

(Doc/Flame/Hound/Scorn) Trevor eyes Armata, knowing full well that even with Marcus being powerful the Vampire Lord was beyond even that.

The Amazoness looks around from her mount, looking for Kurga as her ally moves next to Trevor, "So, what is the plan Serah Trevor?"

The berserk Eothred and Lumbre continue to lay into Marcus, with Armata still simply watching.

"I'm honestly not sure." the Veteran sighs, "We may actually have a chance on putting a dent in Sir Jaghund's energy if we're careful...but with Lord Armata here odds are he'd jump in if we got that far. I'd see him coming with my magic sight, but a lot of good that'll do me if he takes you all down first and leaves me alone with Marcus..."

The horseman smirks, hopping down with his pike and target shield ready. He pats Trevor in the back as he pulls out a pair of element papers, "Then we simply hit Serah Jaghund hard from the start!"

He offers Trevor a water paper, and once it is taken he uses the second on his pike, coating it in lightning, "Demigod or no, getting electrocuted while wet is bound to eat into his energy fiercely. Now charge comrade!"

Trevor smirks, "Alright then!"

He rushes forward, coating his MW schimitar with the water paper, causing her to drip with a steady stream of pure blue water.

Marcus doesn't notice his approach because of Lumbre until he is already upon him. In the same moment Marcus forces Lumbre back again Trevor dances around her flying form and slashes across the Destroyer's chest, following the blow with a flip to put distance between them.

Marcus can feel the energy flood his chest like he was drowning slightly, though not uncomfortably so...yet. The front of his body is now also soaked as the water infused energy bleeds down the MW's point of contact like a small waterfall.

Meanwhile, Siara groans a bit, stirring and blinking all her eyes a few times as she sits up from where Despoina sat her. She leans forward, rubbing her large eye with the palms of her hands, "Uh...Damn Sun-Mi..." one of her little eyes look around, stopping on Cirelle first.

Siara is apparently content to continue massaging her head as she speaks, not even bothering to lift her head, "Lady Cirelle? What are you doing here?" She then looks to Despoina, "Despoina? What's going one? Where is my husband, Lady Lumbre, and Sir Eothred?"