Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-28358106-20171215144011

(Hound/Scorn/S9)  Several things happen in rapid succession. Marcus leaps through the air, straight at Cirelle, his fist poised to strike, but iit of the swirling ice storm a shape looms. A huge Opaline, fifteen feet tall, strides forward and swings her giant fist in his path. It his him mid flight with a crunchy splat as partially crystallized blue slime flies everywhere. It's not enough to bat him back but it stops him midair and sends him tumbling to the ground. As he hits, the Opaline reaches down and grabs him, her giant hands oozing around his torso, a look of eagerness on her face.

"Finally!  I finally got a man!"

Cirelle looks up in time to see the fireballs approach, and has little time to react. Instinctively, she swipes her staff upward, a short-range blast of sub-zero magic, but it doesn't matter as Sif intercept the fireball before it reaches her.

The shock of the move startles her, and she falls and tumbles, giving a squeaky grunt as she hits. To her credit she stirs and sits up quickly, digging into her bag and pulling out a potion, popping the cork and downing it, hoping someone can give her cover till she gets on her feet.