Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20161113003142/@comment-26444332-20161130011656

It roars, and the magic circles disperse, shattering under the weight of the astral being's authority.

A sound is heard from the other side of the ship, like a great rushing noise, before a woman drops out of the sky to land on the deck. Her hair is a dark red, almost black, and her eyes are dark blue, flecked with gold. Cinders and wisps of flame swirl around her, and she wears dull red robes similar to Azrael's and Alister's.

'You rang?' she asks.

'No time,' Alister calls. 'There's a water-spirit!'

'Honestly,' she mumurs, before her magic circles spiral into existence. 'Lend me your fires, O Lady!'

Roaring golden flames envelop the water spirit, and unlike when Azrael attacked, it does not seem to be able to disperse them.

'Typical water god,' she huffs. 'They never know what to do about fire.'

Finally, it gives up, and the waterspouts surge together, combining and heading straight towards the little sloop.

'Who killed Cock Robin?' she asks, beginning the old nursery rhyme. The silver-blue light of his homeland's magic gathers on her palms and on her feet, stretching to form gauntlets and bracers of energy. 'With my lance and sword, I killed Cock Robin!'

Again the spirit hisses, and this time a faint whispering can be heard, but in a strange and unknown language. Whatever it is, it causes the girl to burst out laughing.

'Idiot!' she shouts. 'I ain't dead yet!'

And with that, she slams one hand into the tornado of the spirit's magic, destroying them and sending the water raining everywhere.

Before the water-spirit can react, she is in the air, the spellcaster hovering before the god's serpentine face.

'You were a moderately good opponent... for a water worm!' she calls, before planting one foot squarely between the god's eyes, releasing a blast of Stigmatic magic, and kicking off to land back on the sloop. The water-spirit slowly falls backwards, causing a great wave when it hits the water, sinking below the surface.

'Well, that's done with,' she says, before turning to the questers.