Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34818102-20181006162945/@comment-30014014-20181006201741

''For those put on the spot with little quick thinking, death was swift. They bodies decayed as if naught but a pillar subject to the fall of time. Their dust, burning bright as orchid. The current, spending its might,falters and withers, yielding under the user's will.''

''Having garnered the attention of some, the man with the black hand's second act, is to somersault. HIs target: the enemies casters. Being wielders of arcane, they had become a bigger importance than those devoid of gifts. The man with the black hand could not afford to let them get in his way.''

Henceforth, before them, at arms' reach, he swing his ax in a sweeping motion, aimed at their heads, now crackling with yellow lightning, a trademark of an Order soldier blessed with magic.