Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191103030646/@comment-26517142-20191112152953

Jeiel was right there when Praetor responded to Berthram. He stood there as he listened to the prattle between the men of the Order, reminding himself of how neutral he has always been with regards to his Mamono relations and with that of the anti-Mamono forces.

And all of the sudden, Beorthric appears - and his act towards Jorge nearly throws Jeiel off, forcing his hand. Jeiel's hands ignite on the side, preparing to deliver a gigantic lightning bolt on where the Wulf stood.

But them Circe suddenly appears and grips hard on his arm forcing it down. It was around the same time that Samia and Aleric arrives to stop things from escalating further.

''DO not act rash, Yozama. You will only worsen the situation.''

"What do you expect me to do, Circe? DO NOTHING when my friends are to be attacked?!!" Jeiel screamed in whisper. He wanted to at least, send a crackling nudge up the Wulf's spine. However, he notices Beothric and his men slinking away, and his ignited hands sputter out. He sighs in relief.

Damage averted. For now.

Jeiel appears beside Praetor. He orders a glass of beer poured straight in for him foaming white, and he looks towards the man. ".. you alright? That guy..."