Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20160820033218/@comment-26444332-20160902005035

'By the gods above? That might be arranged,' Androktasia says. She turns to Azarias. 'Bring more out, if you will. Kill them before they can join.'

Azarias breathlessly nods, and throws a hand out to one side. He almost seems... Strained, by the arrival of his Familiar.

'I, Azarias Snow, successor to Akatsuki Blood, do now release your constraint. Come forth, seventh Familiar, Ker!'

Light and sound ripple across the battlefield, like Dwarven explosives detonating. It fades to reveal a spirit in cracked armor, in the shape of a woman covered in soot and blood.

'My sister, Ker. The spirit of destruction,' Androktasia murmurs. 'My my, he's still playing around. Summon a higher one, boy!'

Azarias shoots her dagger-eyes, clearly breathing hard, but once more he raises his hand.

'I, Azarias Snow, successor to Akatsuki Blood, do now release your constraint. Come forth, thirty-second Familiar, Nike!'

And an angelic goddess steps daintily onto the field. Garbed in golden armor and wearing a white cloak, carrying a round enameled and gilded shield and a long golden leaf-bladed sword, Nike, the Goddess of Victory personified, stands forth. White angelic wings sprout from her back, four of them, and she hovers in the air slightly.

'I don't think I need to introduce my counterpart, do I? Victory always follows Slaughter.'