Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160518214445/@comment-5543592-20160521181800

Scire had all of half a second to grin at Nissa's laughter, before the ghosts attacked. But by then, Scire had already moved, before the ghost even shot it's ice, he was side-stepping inside the phantom's guard, and buried his dagger in it's ephermal stomach.