Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20150102153314/@comment-29458028-20150103042958

Raydin drew his silver sword and swept his hands along the blade, the whole weapon disintegrating into a storm of rose petals. Raydin's wings all fell apart into a nigh infinite cloud of feathers. Then the Rose petals, Black feathers and White Feathers all combined into a stream of razor wind, which Raydin sent flying at his opponent.

Annalyse looked at Syinter in his comatose state. She felt really bad for keeping him in such a situation. Again, she straddled him, her palms on his temples, as she entered his mind and started to rebalance it.

Annalyse manufactured good memories and dreams, as she attempted to destroy the bad ones.

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Siris could feel the massive magical anomaly outside the College due to Raydin's anger, but he didn't bother and kept on drawing pictures of Lucina. He played a few chords and a solo on his electrokinetic lute.