Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170724123808/@comment-25073873-20170818161458

Amaryllis focused, time apparently slowing from her own point of view. The spittle hung in the air before her, as she moved out of the way instantly and pressed her finger to the spit, using a slight mana burst to alter its course.

And then time resumed. Amaryllis seemed to have shifted, and the spit would land straight on the squire's face.

(Don't play these kind of games with Amaryllis, she always wins XD)