Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26052600-20160203043235/@comment-26852465-20160226155642

Michi looked at the wound in her chest indifferently.. she didn't seem particularly affected by it. "Excuse me.. I was trying to speak." At this, a massive telekinetic force slammed Moor Dread back, shaking the temple itself. As the sword left her body, the flames seemed to fade, and her wound closed over.

"Remember who you're dealing with here.. I am no mere goon. Maybe you, large gentleman, are more prone to reason?" Michi asked Grigor Armstrong.. the indifferent look in her eyes returning.

At this point, DM moved in front of Moor Dread.. "You alright..? That looked like it would have hurt you and your ancestors.."