RE: Black Zenith [Adventure RPG / Chapter Three: Forgotten Whispers]
07-20-2013, 06:34 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-20-2013, 06:35 PM by SupahKiven.)
Savannah cracks her knuckles and stares back at the head, nearly wavering under it's intense gaze. She notes how its readying itself and charges up an attack of her own. Drawing upon the dregs of her magic, she charges up a blizzard in her hands. Her concentration is somewhat broken as Watson plonks himself in front of her, babbling nonsense. She rolls her eyes.
"Damn it Watson, you're drunk." Gripping the freezing winds in between her fingers, she tries to nudge him aside. "Again." She probably could have moved him if not for the storm brewing in her hands. So she accepts his help for now, firing off the blizzard over his head and into the Wrathstrike's stupid, scaly face.
"Damn it Watson, you're drunk." Gripping the freezing winds in between her fingers, she tries to nudge him aside. "Again." She probably could have moved him if not for the storm brewing in her hands. So she accepts his help for now, firing off the blizzard over his head and into the Wrathstrike's stupid, scaly face.