Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20161227141359/@comment-28358106-20170105055619

She cracks her neck. "Okay. Here goes..."

-BAMF-

Several seconds pass. Then, Hound can feel a deep, shuddering rumble, deep within the earth...

...Cyndwella's cage is all around her. Its tines writhe as if alive, lashing out and thrusting against the wall, driving themselves into the rock. Her sphere is expanded as far as it will go, pressing against the sides of the chamber. Their wrought-iron shape groans as it is pressed against the entirety of the stone, and in several places it vibrates as it slowly buckles. The only light is from her body, which is in its true form, her arms and legs splayed as she gives off the remaining reserves of her power. Her chelsea smile opens in a fearful, unhappy maw as the Dwarves huddle opposite.

"Get...your...tiny...asses...OVER HERE...nngh..." She grimaces.

"W-w-what is that thing?" One of them squeaks.

"It's a s-s-spirit of death!" Another answers.

"...I'm gonna be one...if you dont...hrrrrrgh..." She looks up. "Fuck it! RRRAAAAAGH!"

The tiny, squealing Dwarves are picked up and roped in by the lashing tines of the cage, screaming as they are pulled into its sphere. No sooner than the last one goes in...

...Hound feels a deep, thunderous rumble, then silence.

A moment later, a feeble blue flame puffs into view, and a dozen Dwarves come tumbling out.

Cyndwella appears in a puff of flame, and falls to her knees, then to pieces. Her head rolls to a stop.

"Ooooh...fuck..." she groans. The Dwarves all stop and stare at her in shock.