Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20180911161538

Again, the gap between strike is blaring. Again, the drifters briefly escape from their fold between worlds. One rams its blades down, manifesting a psychic wave reminescent of a gigantic shark fin, ludging everything in its path, yet eerily silent in doing so.

The other one presses down on its palms, exploding a cluster of orbs under its fingers. The result comes in the form of empty space, as if the real space its part of its substance had been devoured by another. This, in junction manifests darkness all around the old one's sight. Yet, it is more than mere darkness. The old one, surrounded by it, could see naught the application of the lightless, but the sight of another plane, where the earth is as dark as the void and the sky is as white as the stars that populate the cosmos.

An eronious sight, blinding him of what is to happen in the current space. A blindness intentional, as if they had heard of the elder's suggestion of retreat. They fill the gap in wherever. Attack was never the singular precept of their intentions.