Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191120203148/@comment-30014014-20191220055824

@Carric

The drifter crosses its arms in an 'X' fashion. Was he to look with mana eyes, he'd see the faintest flicker of blades in-and-out of existence. '']Fallen face of the amalgam. You intrigue me. Face me this instant. I wish to see this polluted state of yours unravel[''

Prad summons yet another globe of yellow ice in his hand, unsure of where or how he was able to manage this. Questions that would have to wait "Amal? The one in control? You've coaxed him in combat. He's going to try to 'scout' you, so to say".