Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24296957-20140421175948/@comment-24296957-20140428180143

The day dragged on, and Iona couldn't get her mind off of the boy from earlier. His...mysteriousness drew her in - like a moth to the flame. She was under his spell, captivated by is heroism. But as she kept dreaming of the boy, she noticed the same group of boys coming down the way. This time, Iona took stance, Divine Judgement at the ready.

"D-d-don't come near me! I'll...i'll hurt you!" She stammered, not sure of herself. She swallowed hard, and calmed herself down. She needed to learn how to fight people, not just Grimm. The group stopped in front of her, wielding blunt weapons. Iona could only guess they had the intent to kill. She remained unshaken as they brandished their weapons. The group charged.

Just as Iona was winding up a punch, a blast of cold air and ice smacked against the attackers. Her fist only hit the air.