Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20161224034213/@comment-26444332-20161229181405

A red light pulses in Asariel's hand, forming a short sword, cylindrical and spiralling like a jousting lance. He fits the hilt to his bowstring. As he pulls back, the ridges twist and elongate, forming a strange arrow that is long enough for his bow at full draw. Red electricity pulses around him, and blue-white light bursts from under his feet with a shock of wind, causing the bottom half of his trench-coat to float up in the air.

His eyes narrow momentarily, and with a slight grunt, he releases the shot. Rings of electric blue light pulse outward from the space just in front of his bow, testament to the speed of the arrow: it breaks the sound barrier in less than a second, a twisting shot that folds both space and time around it.

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Saber looks up, seeing the rapidly approaching blue light, and curses.

'Run!' she shouts to the others. 'Run like your life depends on it, because it does!'

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Lancer looks up from his duel with Wolf.

'Well now... it looks like Hunter's having fun,' he comments. Looking behind him, he sees Omar has retreated, and spins his spear back up, setting the butt against the ground.

'Well, it was fun playing.' he says, before leaping up a low wall, vaulting over it and out of sight.