Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30700719-20181029004213/@comment-30014014-20181114034319

Assuming she failed to take judgement of the situation, the pommel twins would be easy to land, to send her crashing against the trunk of a tree. The smoke enveloped on her weapons' blade and pommels, robbed off in a small quantity to rub off on the raptor struck. More precisely, on the wound inflicted, being a blunt trauma.

Said ash, now wrapped tightly on it, would sear in a foul odor, erroding the strength from its victim. Whithering Resolve, a spell by the ash warden, to make an extra damage input as well as enfeebling whoever is struck with weapons blessed by it.