Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28530195-20170721060853/@comment-26517142-20170907075616

Seeing as he was already slumped into it – he might as well, make himself useful.

Jeiel pushed Andwanere and Elikth inward of the palace – a small form of fear forming on his brow. “Please. Leave it to the groom, his peeps and us. If you two join in…. this whole place will crash like a computer. “ Jeiel commented. At this Andwanere looked at him in question. “What is that? A device or a form of magic?”  “NOTHING! – STAY !!!” Jeiel announced at the same moment that he jumped up. “Gods, I thought this was just about that jet thing about to make its land and cause some wreck, but where in MR did that Roman army come from?”

Jeiel yells, “CIRCE! ERCIC  MODE!!”

As you wish.

As soon as he commanded this, the entity inside him fused with his consciousness, completing his change into a slightly altered state of himself – bearing a long strand of white hair in front and his hands clawed. Jeiel  boosted his speed – and landed in the middle of the attacking Romans – slamming with the force of an indomitable rocket that had landed miles from the stratosphere.

“ALRIGHT - --- YOU LOUTS BETTER NOT BE HERE JUST TO RUIN A GOOD DAY!!!”

At the same event, Langwidere jumps from behind Sekhmet and  Ling and from her hands, a glowing thread of fairy dust gathered to form a great river  - a whip that was several hundred times larger than she was. With a heave, she whips it at the horde, flattening them like pancakes. “YOU IDIOTS  RUIN MY DAY – I’m FLAYING YOU ALL!!!!!”