Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20140811065035/@comment-933831-20141016003512

Phiorra heard someone shout, warning of Nevermore feathers. She put the hand of God into it's shield form, getting into a crouching stance to block herself. She heard the feathers hit the metal and ping off, and once the volley stopped, she raised her hand above her head, electricity swirling.

A spear of lightning formed, and she lobbed it up at the Nevermore, making it briefly flee. She used that chance to look up towards the abbey, running. "Come on, now's our chance to get up to the front door!"