Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20151107020221/@comment-25924729-20160505085430

Zhu-li dived out of the way, as the chandelier crashed onto the carpet mere inches away, spraying shards of needle like glass everywhere. She wrapped her arms over her face to protect it, but felt minor pricks of pain everywhere, as her body was scratched.

She opened her eyes, gasped, and rolled again with a yelp. The old man's scythe descended, and barely missed, clipping her hood and shredding one bear's ear. Then she was up and running behind Tendon, forming an ice shield and spear as she went.

Something was off about this man, she could feel it, and as a theif, instincts had never failed her before. Though they outnumbered him, Zhu-li fought a sense of dread, like they were hopelessly, ridiculously outmatched.

She knew time was of the essence, Vert, Cyzarine, and that strange woman who entered the funhouse could be fighting, or even  dying right now! But she didn't dare attack. They would have to wait...

(And i'm done!)