Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20190703153313/@comment-13488655-20190906092018

"I wouldn't try that little prince. You should just let the drill do its work and surrender your army." A voice called out over the BISMARK's communications system. The voice of an elderly man, softspoken but one with a sense of authority and mocking kindness, almost like a priest on a platform. His face then appeared on one of the monitors. A almost unaturally wide smile on a bald man's face. His skin looked completely hairless as he was seated upon a captain's chair, dressed in the uniform of one of Master's elite.

"My daughter's semblance is a powerful weapon is it not? Just needed an extra charge and now it works as my main weapon.... We are invincible with this semblance Wolfe. You might as well be shooting yourself."