Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5290299-20140428031950/@comment-4774221-20140506030003

Clicking his tongue once again, Ric sighed. He hated not having the use of all five tendrils during combat situations akn to this one, but in these blind conditions, he would be forced to.

Using one tendril, that he shifted to his feet, the tendril spreader itself very finely, with rings encircling rings of a millimetre thick dust, resembling an odd onion. With that, the outer most layer flung out, akin to how a radar ping would work, the Dust stopping at obstructions, giving himself a general idea of what was going on.

Better than nothing, but he would prefer more light...