Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20150807001143/@comment-27181220-20150818010829

Emma watched as the rocks and other things flung in every which way. She gasped in horror as one came in her direction. She held her arm up, attempting to shield herself from the rock with the words "Come to your death" carved into it.

'((Not literally though... just describing! :D))'

The rock came flying close to her, but dropped a couple inches in front of Emma's arm. She had created a shield of magic that protected her from any possible approaching dangers.

"Opal, get behind me!" Emma yelled as she turned her head, now facing Opal.