Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150321040314/@comment-12599067-20150322230435

Malus' solution was simple. Since he couldn't see Grovehaus with the palace's walls and ceiling in the way, he'd just have to remove them from the equation.

"Leave," Malus turned and ordered the guards before he turned and solidly planted the bottom of his fist into one of the wooden beams that supported the ceiling. The beam visibly cracked and splintered, but it wouldn't fall with other beams to support it. No matter. Malus turned to the next beam, clenched his fingers into a rocky fist, and did the same. It too faltered from the sheer force of the blow, and the other beams groaned with the effort of holding up the house.

Malus turned to the next beam and began walking towards it, preparing to do the same.