Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28920015-20170902043257/@comment-26892768-20170902204528

Above the Red Army base, a massive portal snaps open. Five figures are dropped out of it. Four of them are giants - a blue skinned satyr, a crab with a reptillian head, a worm with insectoid features, and a golden bat, each with some sort of accessory: a bracer, a choker, a belt, and a ring, respectively. The fifth figure, however, is completely different - an eight foot tall, red skinned, four armed, silver haired, purple eyed, beautiful woman in black armor.

The four Named land in a pile. The Fifth lands next to them.

Almost immediately, the Fifth gets up. She puts one of her hands on her upper right arm, letting it run up and down. Then she has two of her hands run through her hair. And, lastly, she feels her chin.

She's alive. After having her flesh stripped off her bones by the horrid lava of the Netherforge and then getting stabbed in the heart by the Sword of Sacrifice, she's alive.

For the moment, the Fifth just basks in the glory of being able to breathe.