Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150912153321/@comment-5543592-20150914041855

"Alright, her's the cool thing." Pierre said.

He held up one hand, and slowly formed a fireball in it, about the size of a cricket ball. Before Cat could ask what he intended to do with it, he shoved the thing in his mouth, the side of the flame contracting to fight, and swallowed it down.

"Hold on-"  He stated, billowing smoke out as he spoke. There was no oxygen in his stomach, so the flame would die if he wasn't quick. He took a deep breath of air, being sure to push it down his esphogus, and exhaled, spewing flame forth like a dragon. Much more fire came out than he had originally packed in, feed by the breath he took. After a long moment, the flame ending, smoking trailing up after it, disappearing in wisps.

He hacked and coughed a bit, having to catch himself once from heaving, but otherwise was alright.

"Okay..." He wheezed, feeling light-haded. "That's my cool thing."