Board Thread:Role Playing/@comment-5647250-20180114001356/@comment-5647250-20180313155858

Sylph: Oi, you ****. (gusts blow out of her scarf. When the ice spear approaches, it slows to a stop before clattering on the floor)  What in ****ing nine **** **** do you think you're doing? (wind continues to flow out of her scarf, faster and faster. It swirls around her in a whirlwind)