Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27101994-20170617051636/@comment-24953048-20170617114037

Neptune flies over - albeit slightly phased by the charge.

Beta sped below, and soon blasted the Gargs down with well-aimed E-liter blasts of ink. He proceeds to pick up their weapons, and... stores them away! He's got a plan for later.

Neptune: *in slight pain* Is that it?

Beta: Seriously, if that's all you've got to throw at us besides yourself, we might as well not be here.