Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-39791808-20200101222327/@comment-31296352-20200122042547

Luckily, Maxon’s platemail and the hard scales on Caelia’s back prevented both of them from taking damage. But the blow was still enough to send them flying several feet, before landing flat on their faces.

Maxon angrily beat the ground with a gauntleted fist, before rising and turning to the oncoming foe.

“Right, that’s it! Feck this thing! Get up, Caelia; it’s time to fight!” He said, twirling his glaive.

Caelia spat out several clumps of dirt, before standing up alongside her partner; anger and determination clear on her face.

“Do you have a plan?” She asked, addressing Maxon from the corner of her eye.

“Yeah, you were telling me about a new breath attack you’ve been practicing. Now would be a great time for a demonstration.” He replied.

The Wyvern nodded.

“Alright, step back.”

Maxon did so immediately. And no sooner than he did, Caelia took a deep, deep breath, and then held it.

Several seconds went by, and Maxon looked at his partner with concern, as she seemed to struggle containing what was surely a great amount of fire within herself.

Several more seconds went by, and as the flower got closer, Caelia’s cheeks were now fully puffed out, and smoke was now escaping from her nostrils.

With tears of pain gathering in the corners of her eyes, Caelia took aim at the flower.

“Try and block this!” She dared it with her mind, before unleashing a small, but compressed fireball; one that flew towards the flower with the speed of a missile.