Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150325215538/@comment-5543592-20150328161646

Nissa suddenly felt a force yanked her hard by the hair backwards, like it had been tied to horse that had sent running in the other direction.

"We're not finished talking." Said Dacian coldly. His voice had a terrifying lack of emotion to it. He sniffed, blood trailing down his upper-lip. He had his palm lifted up against the binds and it glowed brown with telekinetic magicka.

With his other arm he pulled up, straining against the chair. All the muscles tense, so much that his veins popped, and his bicep and tricep coiled underneath his skin. The chair arm groaned, buckled, and then snapped. Dacian lifted his arm, the chair's arm still strapped to it, it also glowed with telekinesis, and he magically gripped her neck, yanking her back.