Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26052600-20160203043235/@comment-25547106-20160302022026

"She's traversing through the ground. A slime, or shadow, moving between the spaces inbetween the cobblestone beneath us. Her weapons are nothing. Illusions. Just like this fog." Armstrong states, kneeling down and punching the ground. In a single blow, all the stone beneath him is reduced to dust, quickly turning pulpy as the creature beneath is soaked up, as though the stone particulates were a sponge.