Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20151107020221/@comment-13593058-20160926152749

Back on the cage, Memories stood ominously above the cage with the man by his collar. While she would never kill, it did not mean she was above cruel and unusual torture should her opponent rub her the wrong way.

And rub her the wrong way he did.

Darah himself was painted red, his eyes were rolled back and only revealed the whites. His clothes were shredded to an unrecognizable mess and most horrifyingly, his hands were missing; replacing them were a pair of scorched stubs made, no-doubt, with his own weapon.

"Children is it?" she mumbled to herself before coldly tossing away the remains of Darah into the cage. She proceeded to remove her mask, sighing heavily as she did, and seated herself at a bar nearby despite the commotion happening around her. No one paid her any attention or rather no one dared to as she poured herself a drink to watch the events unfold.