Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27356783-20190917015248/@comment-26892768-20190924012225

"What in the-" Parasoul promptly stabs her umbrella into the ground, a pillar of orange flame taller than she is erupting from the ground immediately afterwards to intercept the incoming threat.

"Don't make this difficult - I don't think either of us will like the results." Dahlia narrows her eyes. "The weapons. Now."

"A pleasure." Weiss nods in response.