Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20170731031801/@comment-26444332-20171111231504

Catherine cradled her now-useless left arm in her lap, staring up at the Crimson Witch in a mix of amusement, horror, and awe.

‘I wonder how you came to possess a Divinity-class Noble Art, Tsui Ling.’ she asked, trying to maintain her façade and not give away the amount of pain she was in. ‘It doesn’t seem like the good professor would teach you, since his commitment is for everything that could destroy the world to die out with him.’

‘I’m self-taught on that part.’ Kurenai laughed. ‘With the help of an Eastern mage.’

Catherine’s eyes narrowed a fraction. ‘Hmph. You have plenty of friends, but we’ll get you.’

‘But not today.’

Catherine closed her eyes and smiled, tilting her head up to feel the rain that was beginning to pour down on the burning wreckage around them.

‘But not today, yes.’ -- Thunder booms and rain begins to pour on them as Azarias's spell begins to take effect, dousing the fires and making it difficult for the Inquisitors to keep pace.

'Kurenai will find us.' Azarias says just before he throws forward one hand, and the gate in front of them explodes, shattering into thousands of fragments which blow outward and away from the group. Beyond are some stables and the open plains.

Azarias dumps a leather pouch (one wonders where he gets the money for all this) into the hands of a stunned groom, and, before the man can protest, swings into a saddle.

'Mount up.'