Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-9087084-20130609084403/@comment-9087084-20130621234421

Simon landed hard. Some maniac just blindsided him with his sword. To make matters worse, the same maniac was cutting down his undead troops. "Bastard. I'll show him the full potential of a-" Simon clutched his chest, searing agony burning inside him. "Damnit...what the hell is this!" "You let you guard down Simon. How disappointing." A third Vladimir walked over to the collapsed Simon.

The hooded boy realized his mistake, and hung his head in disgust. "Those brats! So it looks like their blood and magic did affect me after all....Damnit!" The third Vladimir motioned for his disciple to follow. "Do not forget, Simon. You are only a midification. You are not a Dark Meister, and it is pointless in pretending to be so." the False God said coldly. "Now come. Leave them. We have other business to attend to." Both master and apprentice walked in the direction of the other two Vladimirs facing off Discordia.