Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20170914125356/@comment-13488655-20170928013723

Merla took in a deep breath, using the clay from the lunch box to pull her into an alleyway to take cover but not before being struck on her lower legs with the flames. She began to rethink her strategy. She needed to be patient  to bring this one down... Or maybe act a bit smarter.

Seconds later Margrit could then look and see ontop of the roofs of the nearby buildings several figures walking onto the rooftops, all looking like Merla in shape. With the glow of the flames on them it was nearly impossible which one was real or fake. Still, if she attacked the buildings, people would think it was the white fang again and call the cops, reporting Margrit to them.