Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-25597877-20170112232225/@comment-26444332-20170119050222

Shadowfyrelord wrote: Faenor of the Silver Laurel wrote: Gilgamesh sorts with derision as the warhammers and rockets fail to even get close to him, his own weapon racing through the air to destroy them with blinding speed.

Izaak finds a weapon stuck in the ground, a long sword with a black grip and golden pommel. He picks it up and examines it.

The blade appears to be well-made, but Gilgamesh notices almost immediately. His face contorts into a snarl.

'Put my treasure down, fool!' he shouts, sweeping his hand to one side. Dozens more golden ripples of light form, and begin firing at the metahuman. 'Not one of my weapons are you worthy to touch! Be grateful for the chance to even die on one!'