Thread:Nimarfira/@comment-39487125-20200107173213/@comment-39487125-20200109194907

The tent was large and filled with wounded creatures of all types, various healers rushed around. Liliaura was focusing on a young dryad whose wounds looked the most grievious, the young dryad would likely die if she didn't get immediate care. Liliaura was too focused to notice Ishmael at the moment. One of the liberated succubus' more accomplished students waved the god over to the table.

 Nimarfira took the staff from Ark in his jaws and bit it in half. The pieces hit the ground heavily but started to reform slowly. "It won't remain useless for long..." He said hurriedly, scattering the piees of staff. "You seem to have quite the affinity for sinking warships, keep at it and these creatures may survive."

Sol seemed plenty annoyed that both the artifact staff was gone and his forces where failing. Although a few insults would really put the topping on the sunday.

 Sol's ship was far stronger than the other ships, it felt like the divine equivalent of ramming one's head against titanium.