Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140616181010/@comment-24685738-20140617141323

Cyrus sat down in a chair, next to the bed after he laid Isis down.

Her eyes widened as she looked at something behind him.

Cyrus whipped around, only to feel something pierce his neck. He slumped forward.

The snake seemed to smile as he dragged his fangs out of the neck.

He became Aratius, walking towards Isis and standing by her midsection. "Thank you, Xervish.... Keeping her unable to move."

His hands glowed as waves of green light rolled over Isis, opening all of her scars once more.

Aratius laughed, drawing his dagger from its sheath. "Moves and Countermoves, my darling granddaughter."

He paused for a moment, turning around and placing the dagger to Cyrus' neck. "This way?"

Isis' eyes widened as she tried to shake her head.

Aratius smiled, understanding, and walked back over to her.

"Moves and Countermoves!" He yelled as he brought the knife down, stabbing it repeatedly into her stomach and chest, smiling as he began to eliminate his enemy.