Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-28358106-20161118155721

My time shunt is thrown up, the firebolts hitting the edge of the shimmering hemisphere and slowing down like rocks in water. They are drawn to a singularity in my open hand, gathering as a globe of stunning light. After a moment, the globe seems ready to burst...

The shunt is dropped and I bring my arms together, palms out, the globe between them.

The beam bursts from me with a high pitched whine, just behind Armata as he circles around the room at blinding speed. It cuts through furniture, pillars, and wall alike, making a perfect linear hole. Armata dashes to the rafters and I follow, cutting the tower halfway around.