Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-17970636-20130915204715/@comment-17970636-20131026201954

Nightshroud laughed.

"Ozpin and his experiments. Your wings will soon become mine, my pretty little nightingale, however, I must burn your carcass first."

Nightshroud's eyes began to glow and the scar on the left side of his face began to disappear.

"Face utter D.E.M.I.S.E."

Nighshroud dashed forward.

"D. Deadly Strike."