Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-25597877-20170112232225/@comment-26444332-20170125012604

Gilgamesh stops fighting for a moment, his swords forming a defensive shield about him.

'And who might you be, rats? You've skulked in the shadows long enough.'

Asariel looks over, blue light flickering around him, Bolster's powers clearly having an affect. Several swords erupt from the ground like hands in a zombie film, looking like grave markers.

'And just when everyone had decided on whether they were friend or foe, some third parties arrived to spoil it for everyone...' he murmurs.