Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20170211232718/@comment-13488655-20170218161202

Narinj leapt back as she saw the sword coming her way. She had already used up quite a bit of her ink and she couldn't reuse it while it was frozen. The cold Atlas air also was ensuring that she couldn't wait for it to melt. Thinking outside the box, Narinj coated the floor with her ink before tossing her grenades at Nickelae, aiming to land some heavy area of effect damage.