Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20180831104140/@comment-25389303-20180907092419

As Blanc carves her way through the wall of ice, she feels the air shift around her, growing warmer as steam starts to billow upwards in greater quantities than her sword would produce. Through the small gaps between the ice and the vault walls Blanc could see tongues of flame spilling forth.

That's not Nobel's handiwork, Blanc mused as she readied her sword, the blade now a blazing blur of white.

Soon the ice was close to collapsing, but she wasn't about to give away the element of surprise. At the last moment she dashes forward, driving her shoulder into the ice and shattering it, sending the remains scattering before her. Instantly the cold gave way to a burning heat as Blanc found herself lost amidst a stream of endless fire. She could feel it singeing her through even the smallest cracks in her suit as she was enveloped wholly by the flames, but she presses forward regardless.

Through the haze she could see a dark silhouette, and she charges towards it, her blade a ray of light cutting through the streams of red and yellow as it glides upwards, seeking to open the pyromancer from navel to collarbone.