Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191120203148/@comment-30014014-20191220192934

@Carric

Some of the beams sweep in Prad's direction, the latter, frozen by palms, blocks their searing bite. Some of the ice melt as it endures, pushing the man backward.

'']So it is. So be it. Let us cross inexistant metaphors, then...['' The drifter's armor flickers. Flickers to the same level of non-existence at its blade before dissipating as well. If it ever is present, then feeling it, let alone seeing it, wouldn't be possible. All the while slagged hands puncture the ground, rising like zombies digging themselves out...