Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20160618125909/@comment-26517142-20160619034740

From Jeiel's side...

The cavern rocked as he used the 4 Sprites. One attack after the other was conjured, blasting a fair amount of damage capable of derailing the thing's head off. For some reason though, it's being remarkably resistant.

Odd.. Is it not falling down?

I call Erran. A fist made of earth and sand squashes him flat. He stands up and laughs.

I call Pyra. A dragonic flane sets it abalze. Yet it douses itself and is unharmed.

I call Qualin. Torrents of water tries to drown it. It survives.

I call Amihan. Its feet are firmly latched on the ground unable to be blown apart by summoned squalls.

"Huff.. Huff.. Why are you...,?"

I gazed at the giant's face and saw it had what I had feared the most. The face of the one human I wanted to find and save in Polove.

Ana Menshikovnia.

"You're weak."

" NOOOOOOO!!!!!"