Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20160724171730/@comment-26517142-20160726212429

Circe smiles as he sees his lapdog do effcient work in her stead and flies to the very edge of Oz. She gazes upon the thing standing between her and domination: the barrier itself.

"NOW. YOU FALL."

Circe senses resistance from Jeiel's covenant elementals a bit, but she proceeds to siphon their DE. A mixed elemental spasm gathers on the very tip of her fake Spear of Ozma.

SHe prepares for her attack... she swings and explosions happen -

....

.... and the wall is unbroken.

'"WHAT?" ' She repeats the process again and again. Her attacks were making its mark, and yet the wall wouldn't break.

"  WHY ''' WON'T YOU BREAK? BLASTED WALL!! I FOLLOWED THE PROPHECY TO BOOT!!" 'SHe screams.''

''From inside her head..... came my voice.''

"That's because.... I wasn't crowned king yet. Right now.. you're possessing the husband of the royal lineage of Oz, and not a true king. Your attempt failed. You may have proven Ozma's prophecy and mine.... but YOU CANNOT COMPLETE IT."

"SHUT 'UP!!!" Circe's ' voice pitches in with mine. "WHY AREN'T YOU DOWN??? I HAVE YOUR BODY IN MY COMMAND!"

"I  am not YOUR PAWN!!! I AM Jeiel Viridoma Uriel Mathantom Yozama... the STRIDER OF SENEV'S PATHS!!!"

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGHHHHH!!"

Circe's battle with her head had caught the attention of Praetor, who was below her, on the yellow road as he was walking to the city.