Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170106142830/@comment-28358106-20170525191404

(Actually, now that you put it that way, it wasn't such a good idea. Onward, then.)

With a burst of arcanum, all manner of magic shielding springs up around Thomas, and he pulls Nwa tight. He hasn't come to fight, but with the dying girl in his arms, every paternal instinct he has rises like an angered lion. The shimmering globe crackles with energy, bokts striking the ground around him as he stares at the Red Mindflayer. He has to shout to make his voice heard over the din.

"Alcamarie! What have you done?  So help me, if you're the one responsible..."

He pauses, shifting his grip on Nwa as the girl moans softly, her pain evident.