Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20170731031801/@comment-26444332-20171028071121

Lightning flashed and shadows recoiled as Crimson Witch fought Black Witch, the mistress of lightning unleashing crackling torrents of it at Catherine, red flames licking and curling around her and her electricity. Magic circles opened and closed faster than the eye could follow on both sides.

‘Rend!’ Kurenai yelled joyously, raking her hand through the air and letting several bolts of scarlet electricity form and fire.

‘Yod!’ Catherine countered, forming shields of shadow and letting the lightning rip through; the Black Witch had avoided the deadly blow yet again.

‘Well, Catherine, it seems you’re up to all your old tricks.’ Kurenai remarked before throwing another barrage at her.

‘Even as you’re simply bullying through your old ones.’ Catherine replied, both verbally and magically. ‘Perhaps are you not taking this seriously?’ Her eyes narrowed and she swept her hand to one side, shadows coalescing into vaguely human shapes. Kurenai gasped in shock.

‘You really are a hypocrite. Echoes are heretical magecraft!’ she said in anger. Catherine simply shrugged.

‘What? They’re already dead; they won’t be harmed. Anything to kill a Stigma!’ she said, eyes dilated, fierce in expression, joyful in tone.

‘If it’s a Stigma you’re after…’ Kurenai replied slowly, before her eyes burned with her red phoenix-and-flame crest. ‘It’s a Stigma you’ll get.’

‘I’d expect nothing less.’ the Inquisitor snapped back, smiling.

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Meanwhile, the party has found itself surrounded by eight Inquisitors. Their magic circles open without a word exchanged and Azarias sighs.

'Looks like we're in for it.' he calls to the others, and each Inquisitor moves to combat a member of the group: the two veterans moving to fight the Paladins, with their six subordinates flanking to fight the others. Words fill the air and spells begin to fly as they launch their first assault, and only timely shields of hardened air from Azarias and Emilia turn the first blasts of magical energy from all sides.

'You're on your own!' the Demon Saint shouts before having to devote his attention to the Inquisitor before him, a mark of his opponent's tenacity and skill.