Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20170731031801/@comment-26444332-20171104174847

A storm. A perfect maelstrom of shadows and wind, lit from within by garish orange and red flashes. That was what formed the skies over the Arctosi city of Vyngard, and a swirling tornado of it was roaring over the Mages’ Quarters. Within raged the power of a Stigma and the most heretical of magecraft, Echoes, the use of the lingering memories of the dead to create shadows of their former selves. Catherine used them quickly and recklessly, burning through their last recollections of life and eradicating their remaining existence in the world to sustain her own power and using them as shields against Kurenai’s lightning, heedless of their pain.

The Crimson Witch, however, was the main event. Lightning pealed and thunder rumbled around her as she whipped up a storm of her own, a storm formed entirely of wind and red lightning. Her Cursed Eye, the Witch’s Hand, blazed as she burned through contract after contract, the Crimson Witch trading her life away to the World in exchange for power.

No words were spoken: their expressions were enough to tell each other what they wanted to know. Both were contorted by rage and insane laughter, their only goal the utter destruction of the other. -- Manteau's Inquisitor crumbles, a dazed look in their eyes, as his staff makes a very satisfying smack against his skull. -- Dolenus's slash works like a charm: cutting effortlessly through the magic circle and biting deep into the Inquisitor, who sinks to the ground, energy spent. -- Instantly, pain races like fire up Slade's leg, and the Inquisitor presses his advantage, launching more bolts of energy. -- The magic circle does nothing as Astron's Inquisitor coats one fist in Flow, leaps forward, and buries it in the Stigma's gut, causing him to skate backwards. More magic circles form, and Astron realizes: the Inquisitor is using them as a distraction, forcing the Stigma to choose to focus his attention on the circles, which could launch attacks at any time, or the Inquisitor, who is evidently adept at close-quarters engagements. -- Severin finds the magecraft of the Inquisitor easy to control, a simple, dispersion-style magecraft designed to erect a barrier around the girl as she struggles to regain control of her faculties and her magic. The mage is finding it somewhat more of a challenge to maintain a hold of both, though. -- Artoria's Inquisitor swears under his breath and throws himself to one side as her lightning passes through the space wear he was, his magic circles re-forming.

‘I offer up this contract, to unleash the magic beast that dances through the sky!’ he shouts, revealing his Archive: Gula. Wolves of red light pour out of his magic circles and lunge for Artoria, jaws snapping.