Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30700719-20181029004213/@comment-30014014-20181108153321

With no warning, Zafiah's instincts kick in, prompting her to lunge forward, a singular blade in hand. Her motionless swing expels a solidified heat wave from her sundering sword, going between those in front, directly at the road block.

The wood gashes and reels at the heated touch, like butter under a smoldering knife, quickly turned to ash and cinders. The untouched piece is in no way spared, the heat sprung to life from the burnt wood spreading to the rest, burning just as well.

Pulling out her second blade, Zafiah takes on a overwatch stance, poised on a defensive manner. Her glare puts metaphorical daggers on each attacker present, a warning for those seeking to come all too close.

Behind her, the ash warden Remy spurns volatile ashes as he summons a censur. The tool irradiates with mana, gleaming from four faces, hanging down, almost touching the soil. His monastic stance is strengthened as he starts spinning it around, seemingly toying with it...