Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20160903202816/@comment-26517142-20160922020206

Haia cracks her knuckles. "I may be out of practice from being pacifistic.. but it's never too late."

The Holstaur, to everyone's utter surprise, digs her hands into the earth. And with a heave, removes the top part of the arena, flipping it as if it were a matress. Trees, shrubs, rocks and all greenery aside were flung into the open, as well as Tack who was supposed to be hiding.

"FOund you, Basilisk."

Haia smiles. She charges at her.