Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191211213915/@comment-5583506-20191214143545

With little time to spare, she unleashed one of the six remaining poisons in her belt. Half a second to examine its label, half a second to confirm, and one second to smash the vial against the blade, coating it in its entirety. It was a shame about the vial, but it was a choice she had to make. The poison reacted strongly when exposed to the air as small flames of purple and dark blue began to lick the blade, and soon enough it was engulfed by them.

She waved it against those on the left. Animals didn't like fire by default, and she reckoned they would take even less joy in this one, if it got a hold of them.