Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26163219-20150913193445/@comment-27235572-20150914011304

Bell smiled thinly. Silly mortals.. She thought, tongue darting out to taste the air, for it was rife with the scent of conflict. Aren't they aware of the strength they have lent me with their petty conflicts?

Her wings folded over her for a moment, a strong aura rippling around her, one that filled everyone with a sense of dread and unease. The wings slowly unfurled, revealing Bell, holding a scythe with her eyes closed, as if she were sleeping. They snapped open suddenly.

Her eyes were glowing crimson. "Party time!" Swiftly, she lunged for Sword Dancer, scythe twirling in her deft hands.