Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20151201110728/@comment-26571677-20151203091421

He was out of the death-trap as soon as he could have been. To stay in there would mean his defeat, and he wasn't quite ready for that yet.

A high-caliber bullet smashed into a tree only centimetres away from his head, splitting the trunk into two. Needless to say, he almost shat himself.

To make sure that he couldn't be seen, he increased the intensity of the flames until it was hard to even open one's eyes as the heat and arid air dryed out the moisture in a matter of seconds.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her swipe at where his torso would've been, and acknowledged that now, would be a good a time as any. He pulled out his final card, and waited in preparation.

At first, nothing happened, all was still, and to put it simply, it was very underwhelming. One would've gotten bored, if not for the 3 massive, resounding, booming *CRACK* sounds that came after.

Groaning in complaint, the Earth itself underneath Kinaver's feet began to move. Three pieces eventually split from each other with sickening wrenches of dirt and stone being pulled together, and the giving out of the bonds that attached them to each other.

Magma and lava revealed itself between each platform, and pillars of the molten liquid bubbled up and started to squirt into the air in a glubbing mess.

The trees that had survived the glyph attack were reduced to nothing but ashes, and the previously luscious green grass was burned and tinged a sickly brown as all moisture was absorbed.

Kinaver's silhouette, framed by a geyser of magma behind him revealed nothing. All that could be seen were his now curiously, Crimson eyes that reflected the destruction in front of him.

One word came out of his mouth.

"Endgame"

(Hope you don't mind the change! If you do, send me a stern message, and I'll change it)