Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32932951-20190209153150/@comment-27661770-20190222132736

Wrong person, Squalo. Eridan's out trying to sort out what to do with himself.

Ysmael laughs, even through his pain. Once he can speak anyways.

"If I wanted to, and if I had honed it enough, I could cause a fucking embolism in your blood. I can already make it flow backwards, or not at all..."

He looks him dead in the eye.

"You claim you've got me outgunned, but you don't know who you're up against do you?"