Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-28358106-20160729003546

"To hell with this!"

Ibrahim gestures wildly and a blinding lightning bolt flies from his hand, striking the ground between them and the Girtablilus, a deafening thunder rattling the streets. Both jump back  in terror, falling to the ground and scrabbling to get away.

"H-h-he's a MAGE!  You never said anything about him being a MAGE!"

"I'm not a mage.   I'm a sorcererer.  Let me show you the difference." He raises his hand again, and the pair scramble off as fast as they can. The sound of feet hitting the ground catches their attention,  and they turn just in time to see the Khepri taking off after them.

Ibrahim makes a fist and wipes his mouth again. "Shit.  Shit!  They got the extra horse.  Godsdammit, I can't believe it.  Shit.  What the hell are we supposed to do now?"

The sounds of shouted orders from several streets away cuts through the general panic.

"Damn, we'd better get going..."