Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-28358106-20180713165313

The floor bursts outward in a cloud of dust and broken stone as Tirush, with a livid roar, launches straight into Marcus, a fist reared back...

And she hits him square in the face with a punch that would ruin a boulder, clotheslining him and sending him end over end in an impossibly fast spin on a different trajectory before he reaches the group. He smashes through the wall and flies outside, the old stone crumbling in his wake.

Tirush spins midair and plants her feet on the opposite wall to stop herself, dropping to the floor. When she does, she gasps and winces, pain shooting up through her arm.

She looks at her hand incredulously, clenching her teeth. Her fist throbbed, her arm sending warning signals through her body. It was like punching something unbreakable...like nothing she had ever hit before.

She focuses, closing her heart to the pain. It doesn't fade, but instead moves aside, to allow the Miiraad to fill her heart completely again. She would have to keep focused, and not lose to rage again, if she was going to win. She must let the Fire be her rage, not her heart.

On all fours, she shakes her hand loose, then crouches into a four-legged run to catch up to where he landed...