Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170625033737/@comment-28358106-20170703041718

(S9) Tirush wavers slightly, as she's not kept up this level of intensity for some time. She can feel Kittycut's body shivering underneath hers, as they tangle together, her tail wrapped around her. Her scales feel warm and smooth against Kittycut's skin, not unlike heated leather, the folds of her wings soft as velvet. She knows her Dragonfire is taking effect, causing Kittycut to slip...

With one hand, she grabs the sword from Kittycut's scabbard, releasing her in a single pump of her wings, flying backwards in a turning somersault. She lands thirty feet away in a crouch, holding the sword triumphantly.

"Hah! Easily done!  You allowed yourself to be distracted far too easily, cayash!" She stands up, holding the blade like a walking stick, her hand on the pommel, the tip on the ground. "Was the meal everything you had hoped it to be? Hehehe!"

Thomas stands sullenly, his face defeated. "Yes, she does have a ton of energy. It's too bad someone else got to taste it before I did," he grumps.