Spellbinder
Bitchcraft
- Real Name
- Morgan
- Missions
- 7,430
- Residence
- Manhattan- Sanctum Sanctorum
- Ability
- Magick-Sorceress Supreme, Stepping Discs, Elemental Embodiment of Air/Wind, Flight, SuperStrength
<< darkness gives way to light........that steely blue cobalt lighting....Black widow and Prophet awaken to aching muscles..find themselves forcibly restrained by the state of the art energy restraints which suspended them inside a cylindrical field..and in Prophet's case white noise generators orbiting around him...blocking his ability to manifest any psychic feat.. their armour and weapons were stripped away..leaving them in their under garments only and the battle scares from their previous trevails in the citadle>>
<< the room was wide......spacious....yet still dimly light...a soft hum of power...and a faint echo in the air.....were all that they had for impressions of their surroundings for there was no telling how far down in the citadle they were now. the floor glowed with fiberoptic accents......and soon, the sound of rushing water was heard, as Imagiomg appeared in view in front of them>>
Imagiomg: you are now under the power of MysTech.....be thankfull you have your lives, rabble.
<< the other worldly, haunting mage glided forward....his eyes glowing with energy as he glared upon both of them>>
<< the room was wide......spacious....yet still dimly light...a soft hum of power...and a faint echo in the air.....were all that they had for impressions of their surroundings for there was no telling how far down in the citadle they were now. the floor glowed with fiberoptic accents......and soon, the sound of rushing water was heard, as Imagiomg appeared in view in front of them>>
Imagiomg: you are now under the power of MysTech.....be thankfull you have your lives, rabble.
<< the other worldly, haunting mage glided forward....his eyes glowing with energy as he glared upon both of them>>