Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170724123808/@comment-25073873-20170727142439

Amaryllis sighed as she held her hand before her, summoning her sword in a swirl of pink petals. She began to swing the blade around herself in what appeared to be a mesmerising sword dance, with slow movements that scattered a trail of pink petals behind the directions of her swings.

It was pointless, though. Amaryllis knew her sword had so much more to give, yet it locked itself to prevent the spiritual pressure of the blade from crushing and burning her current body. If she wanted to use her sword better, she would have to reawaken her links with the blade, as well as her own divinity.

Amaryllis looked at the sword for a moment, closing her eyes, meditating while she swung the blade, as if she was trying to hypnotize herself...