Board Thread:Roleplaying Boards/@comment-25926749-20160601034946/@comment-34518800-20160602062506

Stormy fell to the ground, his painkillers falling out of his pocket. "Lindsabell," he whispered weakly. "The dust." He pointed at the red mist. "It's the cause. Please, Lindsabell...kill Charachrome. That sick bastard needs death."

"And...huhuh...who's better at that than his accomplice? He he he..."

Steam and heat was rising in the room, but C.C. didn't notice. He was too busy dancing in the red mist, directing it were to go...