Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-28530195-20160828081203

I teleport nearbye to the main group, and immidaitly I feel the effects of the Crucible, I begin to feel weaker. "NO....I will not fall here.." I snarl, drawing my sickle in case of trouble, I then look around and survey the carnage around me. "Heh, this dman place simply doesn't get a moments peace does it?...tut-tut.....ah well.....all I have todo is to find the instigator or Jiel and FUCKING MURDER them for making me miss....Her.." I finish with a slightlly desperate tone as I begin to sweep the area, cutting down anyhing that dares to attack Cire Hominac

(Meanwhile at Martha Krull.) Xena is nervously reading when tack suddenly convulses and screams..."Hahhh...HAH!!!!..." her breathing becomes ragged, and a small stream of blood starts to droll from her mouth. Xena frantically tends to Tack. "Com...on, Ci-re!" Xena mutters nervously

(Signing off here, will be back around 8 hours)