Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32663439-20160405004334/@comment-29458028-20160504040415

Terminus seemed unfazed, as he focused, air compressing before him into a sort of crimson crescent, before he pressed his hand to the crescent, sending it flying at the hole at high speed. The crescent was long enough to bisect the tree with no problem.

A crimson ward formed in front of him. If the crescent, which was simply a blade of supercompressed air, was reflected back, his ward would block it without much issues, since Terminus knew his own power well enough.

"Sit back and observe."