Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20170731031801/@comment-26444332-20170806213405

'None of that, now.' Azarias says. 'Besides, I think you may be mistaking sounds.'

They round the corner and find themselves confronted with a massive beaked head, as the roc gives one final death-screech before another bolt of lightning and hail of ice-shards puts it out of its misery. Azarias and the group quicjly take stock of the situation: one dead giant bird, one group of scared merchantment, two mages, both female and neither breathing hard despite the strenuous activity. One is familiar to Artoria, and it clinches a second later when Azarias calls out.

'Well, hello there.' he says, striding forward. Both women whirl around, and one sighs while the other adopts a puzzled expression. 'Greetings from the ends of the earth, Kurenai.'

'Hello, master Azarias.' the black-haired Crimson Witch replies, and quickly scanning their party. 'And the rest of you are?...'