Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32420582-20150312045445/@comment-29458028-20150318105230

Iona almost laughed as her two halves fused together again, so that Wah was holding air. Her hand was a bit burned, but restoration would take care of that.

Iona disengaged and closed her eyes. She split not into two halves, but three, two of them similar to the previous two forms of her, except without wings, but the last one a winged, wispmother like entity that wielded no weapons.

The two scythe wielding copies attacked, as the third Iona healed and shielded her other copies, flinging fire spells as support.

"Well, smart one. You made her desperate. If she doesn't snap out of triple split in 5 minutes, she will pass out" noted Raytheon.