@MageOfSteel Stepping downstairs, she raised a brow at the ensemble, but leaving her face stoic enough for no interpretation.
“Ready when you are, Mr. Gareth.”
@MageOfSteel She stepped downstairs, raising a brow at the ensemble, but leaving her face stoic enough for no interpretation.
“Ready when you are, Mr. Gareth.”
@CopyCatsPride “Of course I did…! It was a forgone conclusion until Julius sent me flying away.” She rubbed her neck, groaning in discomfort. She then pulled himself up with his hand.
“But the guild is overall not that strong. I beat three of them easily.”
She was coming in hot and uncontrollable. Her body was unable to handle the inertia as she was forced from Emerald Monarchy all the way back to White Eclipse. Shooting like a rocket in the sky, all she could do was pray for a soft landing, SOMEONE TO CATCH HER, or a miracle at —
@CopyCatsPride Once she landed softly, her eyes slowly opened, holding up a small wave, groaning in pain.
“Hey, Luke.. sorry. I let my guard down, and he sent me flying… don’t be mad.”
@VeiledState@MoriHanaSureiya@ProdigaIMage attempting to strike Rowan down for the next ten seconds. It was up to him to hang on for that long — with no connection outside the sphere.
“Black Construct: Tesla Orb.”
@VeiledState@MoriHanaSureiya@ProdigaIMage crackling — gravel and earth levitating and breaking apart as a ball of black encased both her and Rowan alone.
Not only would it shield them from the outside world for the next few seconds, but with this creation, black lightning would manifest from every angle of the sphere,—
@VeiledState@MoriHanaSureiya@ProdigaIMage pointed in Rowan’s direction — and suddenly the ceiling above him would shatter, crashing down on top of him as a black drill also came spiraling down — attempting to make mince meat out of him.
It was obvious at this point that she was also in favor of destroying the guild.
@VeiledState@MoriHanaSureiya@ProdigaIMage grabbing Emryn by the arm with her left hand, and swinging a haymaker aimed at her jaw with her right fist.
Successful or not, her grip would tighten around Em’s arm, the gauntlets using their leverage to put pressure on the limb, wanting to crush it. Simultaneously, she —