Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-28358106-20171214145702

(Hound/Armata/S9)  Cirelle grins maliciously at Marcus' taunt. "Oh, I haven't even begun..." Her voice is only heard by her close allies, as the raging blizzard drowns out all other noise.

The runes around her disappear in a flash and she raises both hands. The ground  shakes violently, a huge spot glowing blue for just for a moment before erupting.

The soil splits, ice spires shooting from it and twisting through the air at terrific speed, almost like tentacles.  Their sharp points seek opponents of their own accord, their crackling heard even over the gale. Several of them aim for Marcus, others for Armata, and yet others go after the rest of the Red Team in front of her.

The spell still going, Cirelle lowers her arms and doubles over, panting, exhausted from the effort but with a look of great satisfaction on her face.