Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26076483-20150328213303/@comment-26191607-20150329012304

Scythe cuts the rocks that fly towards him and Alex.

"DAME." He shouts, sending out a magical pluse, Identifing everyone in a ten kilo radius. "Focking hostiles. Move up Dad!"

"Roger," Came General Charming's voice, and platoons of tanks roll up.