Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160714040922/@comment-27550231-20160720220000

The ice in my veins slows my movements, makes breathing nigh impossible. It makes me wish that I had died but then again coming back would be just if not more painful so might as well roll with the blows. A small flame comes to life struggling to stay lit in my frigid grasp, I concentrate my emotions, rage, fear, hate, love into the flame and it slowly becomes a pocket sized inferno. With all the speed of a sloth I pound the flame into my chest and set myself ablaze. The ice melts the frost fades and my breathing is restored. I concentrate another flame in my palms, this one burns brighter with every step I take as I walk to the beast. It gives out another spinechilling roar and it spews bile and hunks of rotten flesh as it does so.

"Come here little beastie, it's time for round two." Two large fireballs rest in each hand and the strt to glow brighter and hotter as they are compacted into one marble sized flame cupped between my hands. I take up a wide stanced position and point my fingers as if I were holding a trigger and point it at the dragolich. Then a super concentrated beam of heat and fire explodes from my hand sending me flying several feet back and strikes the beast in it's open maw.