Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170724123808/@comment-25073873-20170801144058

Amaryllis smiled, noting her tactic worked, as she immediately increased the speed of her sword drastically with magicka burst, on her own blade. The force she exerted suddenly more than tripled, and the Count would find himself dragged along with the blade, pushed back and away before his claw could connect.

That, and Amaryllis' right hand's index finger was not on her blade. It was outstretched, pointed straight at the Count's face. And a reddish pink beam flashed from it, travelling at the speed of light. There was no room to dodge a beam attack at such a close range...