Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20160724171730/@comment-26517142-20160726205802

" MADA MADA! (NOT ENOUGH)!"

Circe coaxes a huge amount of Naetherkin in to the portal, and as she bounds on them, rises higher into the sky. "Toodle-oo. Jeiel's quite athletic, you know."

"FIRE!!!"

A rounds of ballistic missiles burn into Circe's sight. Toymaker arrives with a huge mechanical robot that continuously attacks her to immobility. "NOW!"

At her command, the Witches of Wane then teleport to four sides around her and chant. Purple magic seals form and fire a seal array.

Azkadelia: We have her!

Lihlue: Send a spirit sigil to complete the ritual!

"'HOW FUTILE.." ' Circe snaps her bonds and the repercussions of the damaged attack, derails the four witches. Her hand flicks. Streams of DE flow out of the Witches and the Oblations all around Oz. On the atmosphere above Oz, a huge levitating sword descends....

and plunges in the center of the city.

Circe laughs and leaves as the city begins to shake and is torn apart.......

Langwidere screams only one name in her lips, in the midst of surrounding Naethers.

"HAKAISHIN ARO! GET ME OUT OF HERE!!!!"