Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150203191459/@comment-25038310-20150415125540

Sander looked up at Ada, widening his eyes. He found it crather sad that someone who shared his blood died in front of his very eyes.

But what was worse - what would Mepedran think? The two had a rather close relationship...

Jean chuckled, crossing his arms As he watched the explosion and witnessed Ada's death And the Ironclad's demise. "Heh. How foolish. Could she not have waited? Oh well.." he shrugged it off, turning to Meledran. "But you.. I wanted you dead. And now I'll live up to that." The top hat on jean's head was taken off for a moment, being cleared of dust and ashes. He took slow and steady steps towards Meledran, his hamds tingling with his odd magic.

Jean's shoulder was blown away in a small explosion the size of a bowling ball. He fell to the ground, yelling out in pain. Behind him, the barrel of Sanders rifle was smoking..

''What?! How?! I..-'' He had to leave. His regeneration was slowed, his shoulder wasn't there anymore and he was going to bleed out. Sander had found a way through his impenetrable defense. Panicked.

The noblrman brought down his other arm, and dissapeared in a flash of black smoke that slowly disintegrated In the air.

Sander stood up, packing his sniper rifle on his back., as he inspectedvthe chaos and the aftermath that had ensued by both the Ironclad and Jean. Ada dead, Meledran heavily injured..