Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-28358106-20171128044635

(S9/Lil/Stands) "I am fine, haaka," Tirush says, her voice in her chest next to Lilrava's body, the wing cradling her and tightening around her. Warmth begins permeating her as if being drawn from some unidentifiable source, like an invisible furnace nearby had suddenly been switched on. Tirush's stance shifts; she leans forward slightly, hunching. Her breathing becomes deep, every breath a rumble. Lilrava's voice only reminds her of what almost happened, and her rage peaks.

"She looks mad," an Opaline says.

"Very."

"Maybe we should..."

They don't get a chance to finish.

Tirush rapidly inhales and, her muscles tensed, exhales.

It doesn't come in a stream, or a tongue. The flame jets from her mouth and the air simply explodes into an inferno, almost too bright to see, swirling with black smoke and roaring like a peak of of thunder that goes on and on and on. An unnatural wall of fire, so thick and intense is sweeps forward almost as if it were liquid, pouring and smashing against rocks and trees and engulfing them as if they weren't there, rolling into crevices and shallows. Foliage disappears, hundred foot trees sway like weeds. In less than a second, the army of slimes is simply obliterated, the terror of their situation failing to even register. Every MT in the area feels a shockwave of Demonic Energy discharge like they've never felt before, as if a bomb has exploded.

The cheering in the Red Team stands stops as if a switch was flipped. People gasp and leap to their feet. Thomas and Regina stand, aghast at what they have just witnessed.

"She...she..." Regina's voice wavers.

The flame stops, and Tirush slowly straightens up, closing her mouth. The thick, black smoke still blankets the area, even after the fire is gone, and slowly it begins to dissipate. Pools of flame are everywhere. Red-tinged fire burns on every tree, bushes burn like enormous torches. But oddly enough, nothing seems to wither.

Then, the mist hanging above the ground, mingling with the smoke, begins to fall to the grass in a light rain. It collects into growing puddles, and slowly, the moaning bodies of the unconscious slimes reform, blanketing the ground. Once vaporized, they now reappear, none the worse for wear.

A slow, optimistic cheer rises from theRed Team stands. Regina sighs shakily and buries her face in the crook of Thomas' arm.

Up above, some distance away, a slightly charred Cirelle clings to a treetop, looking down at the devestation with wide-eyed, teeth-chattering fear.

"S-s-shit..."

Tirush unfurls her wing and slowly lets Lilrava down onto a safe patch of ground.

"Remain here.  Do not move..."

Her eyes narrowing, she spots the Glacies mage in the distant tree.