Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-27550231-20190418053017

"So it is deathless... how unfortunate for me."

Jorge took a wide, stable stance and held his hands together and out to Paramool.

"Celestine. Bring us the Flower. We shall try to strike him with this thermal lance."

The writhing mass of flaming tendrils raced across the battlefield to its charge. Rolling and wrapping itself around the the knight slowly coalescing itself in his palms. He felt no heat. He felt no fear. The wild ignis in his palms no longer rebelled no longer lashed out at him. There was no need to fear the flames as it would no longer hurt him. No repercussions. No punishment for using such a powerful attack, but his still gave it respect. He still held the fire spirit with caution and fear it deserved.

Jorge waited there in his corner of the battlefield waiting for the time to strike. Waiting for the opportune moment to release the thermal lance.