Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20150811164916/@comment-27226023-20150813211244

"N-n-no...f-f-fine..."

She wasnt. Madame Yaga's collar had proven beneficial to Calli's electrified endeavors. The collar already gave her a set limit to how much magic could be expelled. Natrually Calli used this set limit as a marker to how much of the electricity her body could handle. Thus the usual strenous reprocussions had been foiled.

Also why Scythe was allowed to stand after that. Calli hadn't allow herself to go all out.

The ref raised his flag in the air.

"And the winner is..."

Calli didn't hear him finish. Instead she darted off as quickly as she could out of the arena. The nasty welts on her arms, as well as the scythe scratch marks gradually began to disappear as her high regenration kicked in. Calli wasn't at a dead sprint but rather at a brisk pace. Upon her rushed exit she bumped shoulders with some dude who was on his cellphone.

"What...hey little bitch watch where your--"

He didn't finish his sentence. Instantaneously his throat was ripped out and the walls became painted with his blood.

Calli held he hand up to her face admiring the blood soaked digits. She smiled to herself.

If that battle continued on I would have ended up killing him just to indulge myself....

((bonus Calli's psychopathic face))