Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20161113003142/@comment-26444332-20161117212235

Saint-Omer turns the streams of magic from Azrael's spell with a shield of magic, and raises his hands, bloody red light surging from his palms in anticipation of an invocation.

Alister shakes his head in despair, sighing.

'Your funeral,' he says, before turning to Saint-Omer. 'I'm sorry, child, but it seems I can't let you live. I'll make sure to send your ashes back to the Magia.'

With that, he raises a hand toward the ceiling, surging with gold-red energy.

'Let heaven and earth be sundered, and let the sky be rent by blinding fire...'

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Avrel bursts out of the hidden door, dragging Sandra and the others behind him.

'Run!' he shouts, heedless of the guards. 'He's invoking his Familiar!'