Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20160810022256/@comment-26444332-20160817013444

The Indomitable wrote: Faenor of the Silver Laurel wrote:

The Indomitable wrote: He savagely attacks, in a flurry of movement, the ancient "Sun Armor of the Empire" gleaming with blinding red light as he does so. She quickly blocks his attacks with her fan, his blade stopped at every turn.

'This is the Divine Fan: Bashōshen,' she says, deflecting his sword off of it at an angle. 'It can do battle as well as any blade, as the edge is sharp and the metal is strong.'

She leaps backward out of range, and flips the fan closed, drawing the red and gold sword at her waist, and stabbing it into the ground, one hand on the pommel, the other hand extended skyward, still holding the fan.

'O dragon that causes all who look upon it to turn to stone,' she quickly chants. 'Turn your gaze towards my foes, and pierce them with your barbed claws. Basilisk, serve your rider.'

And a red and gold dragon Divine Armament drops into the fray. However, she does not enter it.

'I'm perfectly willing to settle for your immediate retreat, Grand Marshal.' He laughs...

"You forgot something, the smallest cut is deadly; I knicked your little finger."

(That alright?) (Not quite. She's not so easy to defeat.)

She raises her hand, to reveal only four fingers.

'Unfortunately for you, I reacted. I'd rather lose my finger than my life.'