Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-28358106-20180423005259

The appearance of two more of these grim, lifeless, creatures is enough to drive Tirush to a seething rage. Why would they work so hard to guard two helpless individuals, if not to draw her group into a trap?

She is a black and red magma blur, trailing embers, when she closes on Gethin, who sees her move. He dodges, equally quick, and swipes with his sword, but it isn't serious; more of a test. She flattens and then leaps, roaring, and Gethin becomes mist.

She chooses the wrong direction when he materializes, and she has to stop, skidding, when he brings his sword down. It misses her by a breath, but she takes advantage of his opening and doesn't give him the opportunity to backswing.

Instantly she is on his arm, clawing, tearing. Flesh is rent and armor splintered, as she hopes to disable his sword arm long enough to disarm him.