Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-27550231-20180419043245

There! The opportunity has shown it's self! He could not have wished for a more perfect shot as the two figures were perfectly aligned with each other.

Praetor and Jorge took a deposit breath in and held it as they kneeled and center-mass of his targets. Thats when he saw the familiar gruff of Marcus removing the mangled helmet. He wasn't sure if this was another illusion nor did they care. This opportunity would not present itself again nor would the ignis be content with its current state if it was for naught.

As one they exhal and steadied their aim. As one they lowered their thumbs and pulled the "trigger". As one they braced for the consequences of such a charged shot expecting the residual heat to fry them as it had many times before.

In an instant a miniscule beam of light exited his joined fingers. The flash no brighter than a candle, no wider than a pencil vanished just as quickly as it had entered this world. He thought for a second if he had missed until the world caught on to the ignis' wrath as eveything around him caught flame. In an instant the ground beneath him dried, crackled and turned to glass as the trees he hid by exploded outward. The once lush foilage whilted to nothing before your very eyes. The wood splintered and blackened before becoming ash, blown away by the explosive force of heat. The fog became steam wich scalded the of those too close to the epicenter wich was now clear and pristine as day. And ass all this happened a trail of destruction lead to Barghest and Marcus, dirt; dried, turned to glass, exploded and then melted many times over before landing, leaving a long trench that stretched into the forest. Past them there was nothing but fire and death as what was once dense woods was now death and molten land

The two halves stared dumbstruck at the destruction both proud and fearful of what they- no the ignis was capable of.