Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26052600-20160203043235/@comment-26852465-20160223015140

The shockwave alone sent Narenyo ricosheting all across the room. DM ducked, wishing not to get hit by the heavily armored adversary. When he finally landed, he got back up, several small trails of blood trickling down from his mouth, onto his chin..

"Where..." He questioned, wiping the blood away. "Where was the... burst of doom cloud? Did I.. did I miss it, or..." His face tensed up.. fearing a delayed reaction.

'''"You and I.. spirits that haunt armor! We are one of the saaaame!" '''The swipe to the head caused the helm to spin around violently in place, ejecting the wisp inside. Not the wisp Mamono, no, but the wisp of a dead soul, which calmly flew back into the armor, that had fallen, and retaliated with a neutral element magic missile from its core, aimed at Moor Dread's torso section.