Silhouette of Anonymity's page

A thin warrior with a massive sword speaks up from the left side of the class... "There is only one reason. to Cut. Once committed to fight, cut. Everything else is secondary. Cut. That is your duty, your purpose, your hunger. There is no reason more important, no commitment that overrides that one. Cut. Cut from the void, not from bewilderment. Cut the enemy as quickly and directly as possible. Cut with certainty. Cut decisively, resolutely. Cut into his strength. Flow through the gaps in his guard. Cut him. Cut him down utterly. Don't allow him a breath. Crush Him. Cut him without mercy to the depths of his spirit."

The one who responded spoke the words with fervor as if they were the only thing he cared about, the only answer he would accept and the only thing that he believed in

Which...would have also failed...

not would /should/ it should have failed

Igni and Staff:

Usually the wards are not physically violent...

Usually the wards just whisk away the violator...

That was a kidnapping/assault... not the wards

Igni Phoebus wrote:

the steel burns, despite your resistance.

"Hmm. I suppose you don't really care, do you? Because honestly, if you really loved someone, you'd let them go if you knew they would be better off without you."

Renkai mutters something under his breath

His hand snakes forward quicker than you can finish your sentence, the syringe filled with a light blue liquid, the tip drips a single droplet as it darts toward your left ocular organ

1d20+14+7-12 vs Flat-footed Touch AC

A shadowy arm slams down onto Renkai's arm, grabs him by the throat and disappears with him, the syringe falls slowly, and breaks upon the floor, the floor frosts over... the alchemical ice betraying Renkai's murderous intent

Ace gets a sense of cold calculation, heartless, emotionless.... Plotting....