Thread:Jona19992/@comment-27989107-20180509052614/@comment-5647250-20181002150016

Gnome: (his gaze flicks over toward where Imp had been with a bit of worry, but he decides this is more important. He starts elevating the ground beneath Famine as he walks, causing him to make less and less progress as they go upwards) I'm going to have to ask you to stop, Horseman.

Black Annis: (she creates another barrier to shield herself from the falling acid) Ah, that's more like it, vulgar as usual Wicked.

Ironwood: (it opens its gaping jaws, guzzling on the water as it rushes down on Bluehorn)

Janus: Celeritas. (one of his keys glows and he starts flying across the sky so quickly, the locusts simply look like they are slowly disappearing as his sword shreds them to nothing)