Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20160430153735/@comment-29458028-20160524135314

Fionn grabbed his sword's hilt with both hands, and faced the point to his opponents, before his blade, and even his body, began to take on a blue aura, as if he was absorbing magicka from around himself. A sort of metaphysical wind began forming, all blowing towards Fionn...

"I believe you should surrender..."

"Well, are we there yet?" said Ariel.

"I am getting airsick..."