Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27344811-20180325141902/@comment-27049835-20180327234345

Luckily, the Enchantress manages to hold up the eggs. "Oh stop it, you. If you continue to hit me I might drop the children."

"No. You won't." Boom! In comes Draedon, hammer through Enchantress's chest.

"Huh. That's a bit strange. Is this normal to anyone? No? Well alrighty then. Now if I might ask, why dear Draedon? Why'd you do that? Why'd you kill me?"

"I need those eggs to hatch, witch. Yharim needs those eggs to hatch. And I don't trust you with them."

"Huh. Shit." Enchantress dropped, and the eggs began to fall. Draedon materialized a sheet of metal directly under them, not hard enough so they'd break when they hit, but hard enough that they wouldn't go through. Enchantress's spirit tries to flee, but Draedon pinches it out of the air. He separates something from it and then throws it to the ground, stomping on it. He spreads the thing he had separated from it across the eggs.

"Don't think I just did anything to them that would affect their growth. I merely gave them one of the witch's abilities. I really hope you enjoy looking after teleporting babies, Weaver. Cause that's what I just did." Draedon laughs before he vanishes.