Mythologies - Gna's Mission.

[Frisk E. Coyote]

OOC: God I am SO cheesy.

IC:

"F-fornications!" Ray swore in shock as the three massive demons appeared. "Alas, we've run afoul! Can we pass through these Demons three?" He announced with dramatic flair, complete with actions and gestures befitting one that should be on a stage. It was rather embarrassing to his companions.

"HARK!" The young magician commanded, his quick hand produced an ordinary longsword from seemingly nowhere (actually, rather close to his wagon) and he pointed it at one of the three demons. With a flick of a wrist, the sword split into two identical longswords, catching the second one with his other hand, he twirled and pointed at another demon with amusing flashy movements. "S-stand aside or face the brunt of our mortal blades!" He commanded like an announcer would, doing his best to keep his voice from shaking and his knees from buckling. With a swish, he twirled both swords and where they once were, he held two bouquets of flowers in either hand. "Or peace! Peace is good! Hail to thee, handsome and powerful demons three, will you let us pass?" He asked, eccentric and expectantly.