Thread:Prism41sh3rE/@comment-39025738-20190915183603/@comment-36159587-20190916173138

Galaxian wasn't recovering; his narrator was in class and unable to respond. He grinned, his eyes wilder than usual, where he was still standing and now invisible. Maybe he wouldn't use a sword; such cumbersome weapons.

Teleportation was such a handy thing for a form that wasn't there--a body that didn't exist.

The weapons flew into non-existence as the god attacked again, this time with his more trademark energy. Reason or no reason, the life deity didn't let anyone kill people. They had to pay the price, whether that be a small scar or a large one.