Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20150807001143/@comment-27260597-20150808214713

Desi flew backwards as a thick wall of ice sealed the hole. She struggled to get up and find a way to melt the ice.

Punching it made no cracks. Even throwing her full body weight against the cold, solid, ice didn't make it budge. She finally resorted to her last technique. Palms up, with that pins-and-needles feeling creeping up her arms, and a ball of Greek fire emerged, flickering and dancing in her hand.

Desi motioned for the othes to stand back, wound up her arm, and pitched the spiraling ball of green swirling fire like in Major Leauge baseball.

The dangerous substance that Grecians used in wars((along with Percy Jackson)) smacked into the ice, with a thunderous -BOOM!- but only chipped it slightly. "Ughhh.... Stupid ice. If Greek fire does only that much damage, then these witches are po-wer-ful!" Desi pounded the ice.