Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20150726225807/@comment-26191607-20150731011338

"Demonic Aura? What?" Scythe says, a look of udder confusion on his face. "I don't really controll that." To prove his point, he holds out the sigil, and sends it away. "Hopefully tha-" The boy never finishes his sentance, as he collaspes onto the ground. Page sighs.

"Calli, I must declare you the winner, and If you'll excuse me, I'll transport this idiot home, have a good night." Page and the knocked out body of Scythe disappear in a portal.

((I'm gonna pull out for reasons I'd rather not explain, sorry for derailing this everyone, I'm pulling out before things get to crazy and throws the RP out of a loop.))