Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20191114001656/@comment-24510587-20191115192919

"No!" Vander exclaimed, as the arrows streaked at Jack, a split second away from striking her dead.

Until they didn't anymore. The arrows hovered in mid-air, completely still, mere inches away from Jack's back. They dropped harmlessly to the ground, as if someone had held them there and let them fall.

The lighting in the area had changed. Warm, golden light coloured the surroundings - light that emerged from Vander and his tattoos, which had begun to grow brightly. His eyes, too, had turned into blinding pools of gold.

As he took hold of the Huscarl's hands and effortlessly cast him aside - sending him flying several metres until he crashed into the city wall - a loud shredding noise indicated the tearing of metal. Vander's cuirass tore loose, to reveal a pair of glistening white wings.

It was hard to look directly at him, so bright was the light. It was radiantly beautiful, and terrifying at the same time...