Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32420582-20141106071232/@comment-29458028-20141107031600

(Damien is at peak efficiency. You notice there are no fancy flourishes this time. Everything he does has a purpose.)

Damien upped the corrosive power of his hand, hearing the hiss as the palm ate it's way into the head of the dragon. He would have turned the sword he was holding into a giant tentacle to pulverize the organs of the dragon, but that would have been uneccesarily messy and he would be thrown off by his own weapon.

"Hin diron mey! Hi fen dir dahsul!" said Damien, as his hand sprouted tentacles that curled around the head of the dragon and into it's eyes.