Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20191008051451/@comment-26386512-20200117234101

"Hot!" Machina ducks, and is granted another burst of speed by the carnage. "We could... make more dust..?"

Caecillius took a moment to realise that his own guards had once again stayed by his side when they were more useful elsewhere. A moment he took to finish his latest creation, an arrow that dripped with dark red energy.

"Go on then." He commanded, soft yet firm.