Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170301124403/@comment-26517142-20170920002736

Right as the weapon clashes down... there is contact. There is skin severed.... and the weapon drives through something.

Something alive.

Something dripping.... in blood.

Jeiel ... had stood in front of Elona... and had taken the blade right into his chest. The sword had plunged into him swiftly... and now blood coursed from his chest to his legs. He spat... and from inside his head, Circe and the Elementals screamed.

"MASTER!"

"DANNA-SAMA!!!"

'DON'T!?"

He grips at the end of the sword... and pulls it fiercely from the shadow's arm. Slowly... and surely... he stands... still impaled.

How was he doing this..??

..

It was because something was taking over him.

'''AH YES.... HIS INDIFFERENCE. COMMENDABLE TO LET IT OUT, DARK ONE.'''

Jeiel had left Elona's side. The sword... falls from his chest. In spite of his heavy bleeding, advancing now to the '''Akala Matra... ' he grabs it by the face..''

.............and slams it on the ground with the force of a meteor, shaking everything....