Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171024033731/@comment-31049256-20171102012326

(Doc, T) Lilrava growls involuntarily, her hands crushing around the orb of fire, which simply makes the whips strike wildly around her. The new attack proves even more effective, scattering the slime further back to the waters edge, leaving the slime closer to her separated and keeping the numbers from growing closer to her.

This doesn't last as she is disgusted by the sounds of the pleasured cries mixing with the smacking of the whips.

"Grrrr, no more!" Lilrava shouts as she disperses the fireball and her countenance returns to one of a mature and focused elven ranger rather than a deprave Dark Elf Warlord.

She gags a few times, but takes some calming breaths like Thomas showed her to keep her breakfast down.

She looks around, seeing the Slime queen making up for the time she wasted, but she keeps calm.

Focusing her elven heritage once more, she unsheaths a pair of shortswords from her hips, the blades like longswords to her tiny frame, and she lights them with a whispfire paper.

The blue flames dance across the blades as she rushes the slimes, cutting through them like sloshy butter. She never stays still long enough to get any slime on her, and the few times they attempt a grab she counters and eliminates them with ease.

However, Tirush can see that while she has amazing endurance for someone so young and small, she was wasting energy moving about so much to eliminate the slimes. Lilrava had given up her obvious advantage and turned this fight into a battle of attrition.