Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20151221230243/@comment-25924729-20160619093613

Tigris watched as the fireball from the Dextera's thermite arrows expanded, threatening to envelop Thallium, Amilanthior, and all those in their general vicinity, which included herself. Not that she feared death, just not at the hands of lowlifes like these.

She flexed a slender wrist, as if trying to halt the attack. A small shockwave rippled through the room, and around her the flames stopped completely, hovering in the air with the faintest of flickers, mere inches from their intended targets.

The geisha clenched her hand, and the explosion shrank with it, condensing into a single, bright cluster. Then it took form, four iridiscent wings fluttered, in the likeness of a butterfly. At her command, fragile wings beat and landed in her palm.

"Dozo. (Enjoy)" she gestured to the archers with a sweeping hand, whilst still studying her 'pet'. Her part was done, this fight was not her's, and Tigris' refused to interfere.