Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190516025150/@comment-29038468-20190618164612

Ophelia and I pick up the slack, deflecting attacks from the Farceurs and landing one or two of our own. "I'm getting really pissed off right now, get out of the way!" I shout.

"She might have..." Pir'e mutters with agitation. She summons her blood sword and instead of charging at Lonia, she stabs her own hand causing blood to run down the blade. Withdrawing it with a wince, she flicks the blood all over the area. The blood doesn't dry up, but starts forming bigger pools of blood. "But will you be able to avoid all of those?" Pir'e asks in a bit of pain as her own blood runs from her hand. The small blood pools start wobbling until they jut out spikes in Lonia's direction and smashing some of the debris.