Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27049835-20170923011342/@comment-27344811-20171009224242

The Malware armor coughs into a non-existent fist. "...I'm not metal, sweetie. Second.."

Malware detached, his size has gone from the size of a tiger to a large bull.

"Thank you for making me what I am."

The ring-like appendages on his fingers begin to glow a different color. Ancient markings appear on his forehead before he sets on one.

"Deflect."

How this works is that the spell that was cast on him is shot back in random directions; one of the sparks hits a guard.