Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-28358106-20161116171041

I reach out, arcs of arcanum in the air. I gesture, and Armata's fireball becomes a huge ball of plasma, overcharged and volatile. He grins and hurls it at me, but it sticks to his hand. It vibrates violently, becoming unstable. With a booming shockwave, I knock him across the room before it explodes with a roar.

Crackling and splitting the air, huge shards of ice begin to float and form around me, rotating around me as magic flashes between them. I ready for the counterattack.