Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20160726000337/@comment-26517142-20161013164709

Anansin falls to her side. As her broken limb falls limp after the attack, she stays her hand. She awaits the blow that which will rid of her completely. Her eyes close as if she didn't want to witness her blood stain the roof...

"Aim. " She tells with great insistence.

Suddenly her hairs raise at something trying to emerge into the plane of Whitemarch...