Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28546904-20161207051102/@comment-30441489-20161212213651

(I think you should start adding the girl’s reactions and responses as well since I am sure she would have some being a relatively normal mage thrown into a crazy situation.)

Two minutes have pasted.

I stop chanting and raise my staff into the air. Directly above my head floats a massive sphere of crimson magic energy. My expression becomes cold and emotionless as I speck one final word and move my staff forward. With that final word the sphere for magic transforms into a massive Chinese dragon made of blood red lighting and radiating a extremely overbearing pressure. The dragon release a roar that sounds like a series of massive thunderclaps before it starts to move around the area at high speed. The dragon devoirs and passes thought every Zylopihte and infected wildlife unleashing massive amounts of lighting into their bodies as in does so. Even the enemies that try to run are hunted down and devoured. Only after it has attacked every single zylopihte and infected in the chamber does the dragon dissipate with my lighting avatar absorbing any remnant energy the spell left behind. As soon as the dragon fades I fall to one knee use my staff as support and breathing very heavily, the constant use of magic having final caught up with me. As for the enemies this time their cells were burned to the point that they resemble charcoal some are even on fire.