Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161008211047/@comment-28358106-20161020205701

"Can't have dead bodies pile up like cordwood and block our path..."

I step in front of Hound so he doesn't get caught in the path. I spread my arms and a large, black sphere crackling with plasma arcs apprears between my spread hands. Once it gets big enough I fire it off, the blast buffetting my coat. It travels quite slowly down the corridor, about walking speed, but as it gets close to the Necros arcs of plasma flash off of it, hitting each one and turning their bodies to dust with each contact.

"Flash dehydration. I always use it to drain the ponds..." I hold my nose against the stink of dry rot.