Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170301124403/@comment-30014014-20170429142147

A low-pitch hiss escapes the man's tattered mask. Laughter? He caertainly is doing something.

Long before the blast comes near the dark man, his material form started leaking ink, causing his shape to wobble and drip, only to be smeared over the walls as the blast finally contacts the unstable liquid.

Meanwhile, his smoke shade hurls a few more daggers, the rattling noise more consistent as it approaches the enemy.