Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7838080-20131225042819/@comment-7497475-20140101072716

Hearing Ambrose hiss from pain, something clicked in Chamoisee. She needed to move, without her Ambrose was at a disadvantage. It was time to act. Looking at her legs, she could see her healing at work.

''I can do better. I have to move.''

She grabbed her legs, feeling the broken bones. Pushing on them, Chamoisee held them in place. Feeling her semblance start it's work, she gritted her teeth against the pain. The bone knitted itself together, holding with a bare minimum of strength.

"Look out Ambrose!"

Chamoisee stood up, her legs barely supporting her weight. Twisting, she showed her back to the Taijitu, throwing her cloak out of the way. Activating Quilled Ire, every spike fired out at the snake behind her.