Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-28358106-20171217053036

(Scorn/Hound/S9) Cirelle's eyes widen at the fiery display, flinching as Armata lands. She scrambles to her feet quickly, but then, looking slightly up, she hits the dirt and throws her arms over her head.

Armata is slapped on the back by what feels like a cold tidal wave, knocked into the air, sending him flying over the ducking Cirelle. Opaline, having changed her mass, now wields one giant arm that is shaped like a huge icy, slushy club. Several dozen other Opalines leap into her body, growing her mass by an extra ten feet, while the cut off pile that was her arms only moments before is now formed into a normal sized Opaline that is lying next to Marcus.

The smaller Opaline rolls over and looks at him. She smiles a vapid, adorable, blue smile. "Hi! You're a hunk!" She then literally begins to drown him with affection by giving him deep, sloppy kisses.

"This is getting out of hand!" Cirelle teleports, putting a short distance between her and Armata. Posing as she floats in the air, a cold sphere forms around her, her staff beginning to crystallize. Cold congeals around it, ice crackling as a wide crystalline blade forms around the shaft, the bottom part of it serving as the hilt.

She gestures, and the flying blade swirls around her in a swathe, slicing the air. She gestures again and it stops, floating at the ready.

"Anyone else want to help?" She says sarcastically to her teammates as she readys herself for Armata's return.