Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28718853-20190424132336/@comment-26517142-20190502155510

Cybele : Fine. You know, this is the perfect chance to interrogate. But, as you say. I'll abide to the battle rules.

Just as Cybele locks eyes with the lady in a tribal design who flings two fireballs at her, she jumps - and with an athlete's grace, kicks the fireballs back to the lady who did it.

"Seriously? That's your last call?" Cybele shakes her head. She notices Forjod's injury and thinks about Jeiel's state on wherever front he was fighting. While Despoina commented on the vine, Cybele decides enough and severs the vine from the root. With the stumped root growing up to push the severed part under her control, she shakes her head.

"....bye, turtle." She looks towards Despoina. "They're not letting up. Any idea how we can stop these waves of goons?"

Ran ignores the collision of factory defenders and constructs, scanning the environment for signs of Jeiel. She soon finds it...with a massive ruin of a forest area.

Huge trees.. portions of the land.. were carved out by a clash of spells and abilities. Various elemental damage lay around in scattered fragments. And... Ran kneels to inspect scattered flecks of red. She knows it all too well.

Blood.