Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-17970636-20140707204658/@comment-5290299-20140731015752

Pomona smiled brightly as her plan worked, or it looked like her plan worked. Seeing a bullet fly into a brach, this slightly took Pomona off guard. Why would the bullet fly up there?

The sound of a blade closing in caused her reflexes to kick in. Pomona's Morgenstrum stopped the blade in its tracks. Wide grey eyes ushed the boy back as she went in for a swing.