Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-25597877-20170112232225/@comment-26444332-20170123144031

'Neither. All I can control is what's mine, and you aren't from this dimensional space.'

Asariel throws his hand out to one side, and swords pull from the ground, slashing through Gilgamesh's gates as fast as he can spawn them, or smashing into their identical counterparts to fly apart into sparks and shards.