Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20161209153206/@comment-27922119-20161214191825

''A Half-God, of course. ''

Burb crumpled under the sheer force of the air, and was sent flying into the cliff race. The sound was drowned out by the roaring winds.

Fethat was fully aware of his inability to call upon some manner of power to alleviate situation, his Barons and Tome of Replication were both out of bounds for the next few hours, and fights didn't usually last that long. Seeing no other course of action, he stood still, and waited for an attack directly.

If her power is fueled by magicka, perhaps it will run out.