Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150216095040/@comment-5614539-20150218054137

Rythian followed, and, seeing the men holding the only person he almost trusted on the ground, he got very angry. Angry enough, in fact, for dark tendrils to start swirling off him. He raised an open hand, and a tendril curled into the air, slashing out and curling around another agent's neck.