Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20160806232744/@comment-26444332-20160808155749

The three Inquisitors raise their hands, magic circles bearing their crests spiraling into existence in the air in front of them.

'What I seek is thunder!' One cries, his Faerin origin now apparent, as a bolt of lightning crackles through the air.

Azarias blinks, and his crest appears on his iris. Several magic circles spin into reality around him on the air.

'I offer up this contract, to unleash the guarding spirit of light which dwells within pure hearts.' he responds, as the lightning redirects away from the target of Ella and into a nearby wall, blasting a hole in one of the emperor's ancestors.

'I offer up this contract, to unleash the spirit beast of light which dances through the sky!' the other two shout at the same moment, blazing red energy arcing from their own circles to connect with Azarias's. The Arcadian clucks his tongue softly.

'That just won't do,' he tuts, snapping his fingers. Their magic fades, the light disappearing.

'Let's see... Ah, yes. I Implore you, O Seeker, to lend me a swift, shining chariot, that I may seek my foes in the battle.' he says, before disappearing. He reappears a second later, behind the Inquisitors.

'Magical History 101,' he begins, as if teaching a lesson as he evades their assaults. 'Divine Armaments, also called Lore Fragments, are the supposed weapons created for the Divine Wars in their earliest days. One hundred and forty-four are known today, and each one is different in style and use.'

He pirouettes on one foot, spinning away from another lightning blast. The emperor notices that where before his hands were bare, now they were encased in gloves with metal fingertips, light occasionally catching on something trailing from them.

'Now, present company. Meet my Divine Armament, called Crosswire.' Azarias says, holding up his hand. Now one can see the incredibly thin filaments extending from it, barely reflecting the light. 'This Divine Armament is one that requires creativity, since the weapon is metal string.'

He clenches his hand slightly, and suddenly the Inquisitors are cut in a hundred different places, the sharp wires encasing them in a steel trap.

'If you move, you'll lose your heads. Along with every other part of your body.' Azarias turns towards the emperor. 'Your majesty, I apologize for this.'