Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20131005065416/@comment-10380701-20131114093448

"Yikes. That's pretty dangerous..." Margarethe said, narrowly avoiding the poison splatter. "Of course... that sandstorm is a bit troublesome as well."

Gripping the handle of her blade, she took a fighting stance. "I wonder if I cut can through it?" she calmly muttered as a green streak of light emerged from the sheathe of her blade, that eventually turns red. She unsheathes her blade, which cuts through a portion of the sandstorm.

"Fire disperses wind."