Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170922000515/@comment-30014014-20170927230244

''His eyes move from the man, staring into the distance. He spins his weapon once, holding it close to himself, in a readying poise. Then, a swing.''

''The swing sends forth a heatwave, melting the snow in the direction he swung. Then, he starts walking toward it, the shooting of wolves edging his sense, priming them for the oncoming confontration. As he begins leaving, the healing bastile brought forth by his tool start decaying.''