Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20180107044826/@comment-25363089-20180111194051

"Gotcha!". Margrit said weakly through her cough as she pulled the string. Causing the logs to fire off their nets at the girl. She raised her wand to conduct the gravity dust inside the nets. To make them as heavy as Atlas's mechs this in turned caused the nets to fall like stones towards the wolf faunus. She just needed one of the nets to make contact or at the very least hit her wings.

She kept on coughing through it all trying to fight back the coughs. But the fire and a smoke was to much for her old smoker's lungs.