Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20180104015424/@comment-26108027-20180109181432

Loti fires with deadly accuracy.

But the arrow stops in midair, held in place by a turquoise aura. Tiral is holding his hand up, keeping the arrow in place.

The masked attacker steps out from between the trees, pulling a giant sword off of her back. She points it at Akata, he wind carrying her bloodlust-tinted voice.

"you're next, Empress."

Tiral shakes in terror at the sight of the crow-like mask. The gazelle's bright red hair sways in the breeze than hints at the promise of rain.