Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20160903202816/@comment-29038468-20161013223648

I jump off of the Jabberwock as she's losing altitude and grow a pair of Angel wings, one pure white like untouched snow, the other as black as a starless night. I fly closer to the Witch and kid with the gun. Isaac: Hey! I see you've got a friend tailing you. You go on ahead, I'll handle things from here!" I shout over the sound of wind rushing past. I snap my fingers and a swarm of knives made of demonic silver appear behind me. Isaac: I'd stop if I were you pal!" I shout to the Jabberwock.