Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-25597877-20170112232225/@comment-26444332-20170130221504

Asariel sways to his feet, his blades disappearing, crumbling into golden dust that disappears before it reaches the ground.

Several men and women in dark trench-coats and fedoras run up, the pistols and blades in their hands for anything but show. Asariel waves them off, and they begin setting up a perimeter.

Saber approaches, eyeing Bolster.

'Seeing as he's out of it,' she says, thumbing at Asariel, who is being loaded onto a stretcher, 'Would you mind trying to tell us what just happened?'