Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20160820033218/@comment-26444332-20160822214526

Azarias steps back, surprised, then smiles and snaps his fingers a second before Slade reaches him. He disappears, and all the spell-circles fire energy bolts, forcing Deadspawn to avoid them.

'I don't know if you noticed,' Azarias murmurs, now fifteen feet further away and next to Leviathan's alcove, 'But master spellcasters don't need spoken words to use magic. There's nothing faster than thought.'

And with that, he draws a jet-black rapier from the scabbard at his side, long and thin, with sharp edges and no crossguard. The only color on it are the three violet gems in a line where the crossguard should be. He levels the weapon's point at the assassin.

'I'm sorry, but I can't let you take anything here.'