Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29458028-20150407090442/@comment-29458028-20150410121453

"Enough! The gloves come off!" said the Archmage as he moved backwards with the sonic blast, seemingly blown back by the force of the blast. The Archmage seemed to tear off his beard to reveal his remarkably young and handsome looking face, landing behind the Storm atronach and tearing its head off.

Multiple silence runes could be seen on the false beard that was torn off...

Real daedric armor seemed to form around the Archmage, from black mists that appeared from no where, as a daedric longsword formed in his hand. The other hand fired a beam of magicka straight at Hannibal.

"I went easy on you, but you didn't take the hint. I'm not even the Archmage, but the Master Wizard. The archmage is too busy to even care about you."