Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27227983-20170309093106/@comment-27227983-20170311082536

Ress is telekenetically grabbed, and thrown back, her lance seperated from her across the room.

Zacharie: Ah, magic, the best kind of art...

Ancille: Emil?

Emil: No. You aren't her, not anymore atleast.

Zacharie: How disappointing... Oh well, you know what to do Vashra!

Ancille's metal stake lights up, and she rushes at Scarlet, stabbing her chest with the sharp piece of iron.

Zacharie: If only there was a *Sees a bag of chips* What luck! *Grabs it, and eats as he watches*