Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25363089-20190605175903/@comment-13488655-20190611121826

"You sure they just weren't as smart as me? Look around you. You're literally in a minefeild." Narinj had to chuckle as the ink began to rise up and form almost fifty fists that repeatedly began to punch Margrit at all over from almost every angle, aiming at weakpoints around her chest, head and kidney. She knew Margrit was a smoker. This wasn't just to injure her. It was to wind her and make it as difficult as possible for her to breath.

Flint gritted his teeth as he took the hit, slamming into the wall while clenching his chest where his shirt was scorched by the attack. Not a sound left his mouth. His body started to go limb while he gasped for air, reaching out sligtly before collapsing on the floor while Narinj was too focused on Margrit to notice.