Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170217234150/@comment-28358106-20170220024918

The cannons having done their part, the titan merely shambles forward as Cyndwella continues to swing its limbs to and fro. No longer able to hold together, its broken form collapses under its own weight. The tines of the cage rip the pieces off of the hulk as it crashes down and hurls them into the ranks of soldiers.

"Ruined...my fun...hehehe! HAHAHAHHAA!"

Cyndwella floats above her sphere as it crashes down. Its tines writhe, lined with jagged blades and spikes as the metal shrieks from bending so rapidly. The interior of the cage has become a raging inferno, the blue flames now violet with rage.

It begins to roll forward. The tines lash out, bisecting rebels, grabbing and tossing them, engulfing them in a storm of blades. Men are lifted and dropped into the cage, and their collective screams echo from inside it as the meet an unimaginable end at the hands of the horrible engine of Vengeance.

Arrows whistle through Cyndwella's phantom body. Cannonballs merely pass through or bounce off the cage. The soldiers, unable to fight such a thing, break and flee as the sphere rolls with inevitability through them.