Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140902233512/@comment-29458028-20140911015246

"Weak mortals, bow to your high mistress" said Ariana, who threw the icy bombs behind her as smokescreen. She didn't care much for accuracy, but using magic was rapidly draining her mortal blood. She could feel herself slip into stage three. A bit more and all of them would be dead.

But the bloody breton had lightning. Ariana hated lightning as much as she hated fire. It hurt like hell, which was why she never defeated Sorin.