Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170301124403/@comment-26517142-20170502141858

The girl Raioh doesn't flinch as the smoke shade fires its daggers. She takes a single step back -and jumps, making a lethal spin of her double blades that she unsheathed in mere seconds. The daggers are deflected in multiple directions. As soon as she lands, she narrowly  misses the summoned centipede that slammed itself on the wooden floor. Abiathar hovers above her and unleashes the swords in his hands. At a single draw, she stops the attack with a hypnotic, glowing green cleaver. "Tell me something. What are three venators like you doing in Whitemarch, convening in this inn you hijacked?" She asked sternly.

Abiathar laughs in a demented manner. An ominous wisp of red-black energy collects in his right hand. "I don't think she recieves the voice of God, BOYS!" He yelled. The rain outside was getting stronger..