Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20161201013236/@comment-26444332-20161221235813

Artoria stretches out one hand, and a shock of wind deflects Divine Artillery: Mjölnir's blasts, as well as shoving Valerius back.

Manteau's own winds are forcibly quelled, and Dolenus is forced into the open by several jets of freezing air.

She shakes her head in disbelief.

'These are the people who killed Godfrey Saint-Omer?' she asks. 'Your teamwork is sloppy, your coordination is awful, and all of you are going to die because of it.'

As she says this, more wind rises around her, and spirals outward as a razor-bladed cyclone of frozen air. She herself takes to the skies, floating twenty feet above the ground. A staff appears in her hand, and seven or eight magic circles appear around her, a sword with a winged crossguard over a swirl of wind.