Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25631224-20160221062657/@comment-13488655-20160301084304

As the flames burned, the phantom emerged from the fire with his body alight in flames. He made a low chuckle, trying to shrug off his injuries and hide them. His axe blades were steaming, but also held faint traces of the ice dust he used at the last moment to weaken the flame attack. With multiple quick shots, he fired at those whome he knew were working for the Tempest knights, twisting and bending his arms and upper body in inhuman shapes and angles, shooting them in key joints and nerve points to bring them down slowly, making them feel only fear for their final moments.

"I'm the corpus of the fallen royal blood. I'm the soul reaping for vengance. I'm the Jack-o-lanturn!"