Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170621183025/@comment-26854056-20170728224742

Elijah gritted his teeth,  unable to even say anything as could only watch,  wide eyed,  as the gargoyle gripped into Jeong's torso in a mocking fashion. Rivers of blood seeped trough where pillars of coarse and mouldy stone virtually impaled the sides of the Korean's stomach, his screams of pain and the way he feebly scratched and gripped onto the demons claws comparible to a fly whose wings were plucked off, now at the mercy to a sadistic child.

He staggered back, desperately gripping onto Caori's arm as he continuted to stare at the Dali-esque scene infront of him,  the unmistakeable sound of bones bending to the point that they were almost at the point of breaking while the stone claws constricted his companions waist tighter and tighter till the point that his lips, smeared with blood, were tinted an unsightly shade of blue.

For the first time, Elijah had no idea what to do. If he didn't move now; Jeong and possibly the rest of them would die, with the same ending happening for them all if they fought back. It was a lose-Lose situation.

But despite his overly analytical tendancies, Elijah thought nothing of the data that was overflowing from the scenery around him and took a chance, picking up a scattered pile of rosary beads,

And chucking them directly in the Gargoyles face.

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IM ALIVE BLESS