Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25363089-20170729033202/@comment-30379057-20180121063853

Bigby just sort of... stared. The flames around his eyes were gone, but they also lacked reflection, and he had said nothing. In a way, he was sort of spacing out, but at the same time, he was still there.

"Hey dad, ya there?" Darian's voice was heard from the other side of the bush, accompanying Margrit and Amber.

The very voice was the trigger. Lost in himself, Bigby swung his weapon, the blade of his cleaver scraping the air as the shock wave just barely missed Darian, who couldn't even move out of the way from the attack. He stood there, eyes widened as a cut appeared across his cheek, then the trees behind him started falling, until a mountain in the background started falling apart, smoke rising in the distance and birds flying upward.

Amber stood there, watching. Her expression had changed from surprised to calm. She noticed something was off with Bigby when they returned, and she knew this confirmed it. She looked back into the distance and noticed that the direction Bigby had swung in was completely devoid of trees, and further on, the mountain was cut in half. She glanced back at Margrit. "What did your daughter do?" she raised an eyebrow, her voice slightly had annoyance in the tone.