Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20160927233204/@comment-26517142-20161124035828

Mol steps forward, the weight of his Molluscan Energy sending cracks on the floor.

'HAHAHA!!! GOOD! I CAN FEEL IT! You haven't changed one bit, SIDAPA!" He cackles in laughter. a blast of water cools the heating systems, but sends them crackling in electricity.

"Milord, there is no reason you start a battle here!"

"OH, no... I don't seek a battle. I want him to start it himself."

Mol's hands reach out, and as if by magic, a gigantic shell lands on top of Cire, pinning him to the ground ,with only his head and feet exposed. Makiling attempts to intervene, but the Beast King puts a hands up. " At ease."

Mol pulls his chair and sets it on top of the shell, locking Cire at his headlock."So... tell me. What do you wish to know, from the truth I spouted in my derelict words? Tell me Hominac. If you refuse.... then....."

"LET's PLAY a game!!!"

Makiling: ??! EH???