Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30700719-20181029004213/@comment-30014014-20181111032513

Its propelling force meets the searing end of Zafiah's flaming tail, brimmed in the shine of its edge, mired in blue flames, like the blades she carries. The heat augments, spoiling the soil with molten sludges.

Her legs loosen just slightly, prompting her intercepting tail to bludgeon the floor at an angle, pushing her from the raptor's dead lock, separating the two. Zafiah twirls her blades once more, re-affirming the grip on them. Their shapes light up, now projecting flame overhead, scraped one against the other. Her tail follows suit, scraping itself on one of the sword. It burns in a bright blue, they wreathe in searing orange.

Her legs take a more composed stance, one leading the other by mere centimeters. Her stare simmers down, locked on the advesary before her but aware of everything else surrounding the two of them. her blades take a lowered position, twitching, ready. It was the raptor's move...