Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-25597877-20170112232225/@comment-26444332-20170125025742

Asariel sighs, pulling an arming sword with a red-and-gold hilt from the ground.

'You really do annoy me.'

He raises the blade, and it suddenly burns with furious red light.

'Grovel before the god,' he says, and swings the sword down. 'Tiamat!'

And with that, the two metas find themselves shoved to the ground, the one finding his own power overrides with an even stronger gravitational pull.

'All my powers can be unleashed here,' Asariel explains, tossing the blade aside. 'So please, don't insult the man who can do anything at the moment.'