Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160115222625/@comment-5543592-20160117190658

Scire shrugged, and headed out the door, picking up Black Bow and his quiver along the way. He scaled the building with ease, kicking off a window, climbing up onto one of the roof's flanks and then pulling himself up onto the roof dropped. He dropped into a crouched a practiced sighting without being able to see anything of sustanence.

With his clairvoyance, the landscape had shape, but everything was sillouetted in blue and indistinct.  He had trouble figuring out when an object was solid or if he was just looking at the space between two things.

However, people's auras helped him figure out who was where. He guessed he could just aim at the red and fire, if it came to that.