Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20131119001848/@comment-933831-20131119015003

Stjarnstill had just finished with a small group of police officers, his mask and clothing sifficiently bloody. The last one was in front of him, long disarmed. He was on his knees, his arm already missing. He was begging for his life, saying about children or some such nonsense. The god held the officer's chin with one hand, bringing his other fist back, and with an astral charged fist, obliterated the man's head. He dropped the piece of jaw that had fallen off, muttering to himself. "Fools think they can demand anything of me..."

With that, Stjarnstill took back to the streets, calmly walking back towards Beacon. It was good that the streets were dead tonight, as the mortals would become uneasy at the sight of the blood on him.