Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20170914125356/@comment-13488655-20170927171939

As Margrit got closer the clay Merla hid insind the lunch box and around the rock began to grow and stretchout around her like hardened wire strings, aiming to envelope a large area of the street with Margrit trapped inside, most likely also impaled.

"I'm in my prime old timer. I also don't smoke."