Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20131123185122/@comment-8257990-20131124041959

Seems my instincts were right about you.

(Wartea swings at Du'un, who merely clicks his fingers. Before the blade can connect it dissapears into the Immaterium.)

Or... Maybe not.

(Alhendors blinks forward a few meters, before slamming his fist into the floor, marking the ground with the Abyssal symbol for Telekinesis, as if they were attracted to him, nearby debris of varying sizes approach the Sorcerer, and begin to circle around him faster and faster.)