Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27950421-20161107022407/@comment-27950421-20180609175711

The black wind around thickens around the Kushala, seeming to grind against Noodlers power, weakening it, shielding against it.

Slowly the Kushala rises to her feet, her muscles straining less and less against the magnetic force "Stubborn child...."

With a thunderous roar, the iron storm dragon launches herself foreward, bringing a devastating uppercut into Noodlers gut. The blow knocks the wind out of his lungs and shocks his bowels putting him to the ground coughing and struggling to keep from throwing up.

The Kushala crosses her arms and glares down at Noodler her tone as if she were speaking to a poorly behaved child, "Do not speak as if something is easy when you must damage yourself to do it."