Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20160618125909/@comment-26517142-20160620030907

Praetor rips Circe's head off the neck. He realizes this is not a head, but a slab of dark matter. Circe materializes behind her cronies and proceeds to walk away.

"Fiesty.. But I do not plan to waste time with you. My dream awaits. Evamene. Elphabi. Castra. Glenda. Kill THEM."