Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20170424191044/@comment-26444332-20170602013741

(Yes, really.)

'It's a special type of interference magecraft that disrupts the connection between the mage and their deployed magic circles; in essence, an extremely efficient counterspell.' Azarias says, pushing her along the dark passage. 'Crowley has so many magecraft theorems and Noble Arts that even he doesn't know what all of them do anymore, but I'm pretty sure that was what he used.'

An explosion shakes the passage, causing dust to shower on them. Azarias looks backward for a moment before propelling Artoria forward at a faster pace.

'We should probably get moving. Crowley's good, but I imagine even he's having trouble with twenty high-ranked Inquisitors and a Paladin.'

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Meanwhile...

'Wat do you say we wrap this up, hm?' Crowley says, smiling a little. Half the Inquisitors are on the ground, unconscious, while the other half are in utter shock at the view before them. Cain- Paladin, talented mage, and killer -has his arm twisted behind him like a recalcitrant child, Crowley holding his forearm firmly in place.

'Don't just stand there!' he shouts, and Alexander Conwell raises a hand.

'Spirits, come to me,'

Symphony

'Purge this world of lies,'

Of

'And sever the links woven between imagery and truth.'

Corpses

'Rise and serve me!'

As Haunted begin shuffling into the courtyard and Mara Mist begins to cover the ground, Crowley only smiles even wider. 'Big mistake, child...' he murmurs as he snaps his fingers, shoving Cain forward and kicking Dáinsleif to one side. 'Because as far as personal demons go, I really don't think yours compare.'