Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20170424191044/@comment-26444332-20170601213023

While Azarias goes with the group, Crowley turns on one foot to face the Inquisitors and Cain, smirking slightly. Summoning their Flares, the Inquisitors drop into ready positions, while Cain reaches forward, grasping empty air. 'Drive them to ruin,' Cain begins. Blood begins seeping through the cracks of the pavement, reaching upward and quickly forming the outline of a sheathed sword, the tip resting against the ground, the handle in his grip. 'Dáinsleif!'

As the blood crystallizes and hardens, before cracking and falling away to reveal the Sacred Instrument, Crowley raises a hand, before suddenly clapping it to his forehead. 'What was it again?... Hm... Oh, right!' The ancient magician stamps one foot against the ground and raises one arm to the side. 'Give praises to the Lord of the Earth!'

As he speaks, a large and ornate throne materializes to his side, a sword embedded in the top. 'Sandalphon!' he finishes, and places one foot on the armrest of the throne as he pulls the sword out. The edges of the blade are crystal: flashing with some strange silvery threads within that begin to crackle and glow electric blue as the magus levels the blade at Cain. 'Are you sure you want this?'

Cain bares his teeth. 'I'm sure. Now!' he shouts, and all the Inquisitors deploy magic circles, brimming with power. Crowley only sighs, and stabs Sandalphon into the ground. 'For I wonder if the heroes have fallen in the midst of the battle...' he murmurs.

'Now ring out thunder!'

'Return thyself to the cycle of life.'

The magecraft of the Inquisitors is immediately cancelled by Crowley's spell, and Cain leaps forward, drawing his sword and shouting- just as Azarias slams the door on the passageway.

'Let's go.' he calls over the sound of clashing swords and magecraft.