Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150325215538/@comment-5543592-20150328165436

(Why are you being force fed?)

"It's about to get a lot worse, sweetheart." Snarled Dacian, baring his teeth. Now free he yanked her back, off her feet, angling her so that her head collided with his knee. If she wasn't unconscious, at least she would be temporarily subdued.

Dacian conjured a dagger and slashed the straps on his feet and other arm. He rose to his feet and sprung through the door (which open for him, as always), and slammed it behind himself. He charged up an ignite spell and brought it to the lock, fusing the door in place, making it impossible to open normally, and heating the knob in the process.

He dashed down the hall, buck naked. Once he came upon a cultist he luanched himself using levitation in to the man, pining him to the wall, and pressing the arm of the chair still strapped to Dacian's own arm into the man's throat.

"The girl!" He growled. "Where is she?!"