Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20150807001143/@comment-27235572-20150809234744

With a sudden jerk, the rest of the vines withdrew, leaving behind gaping holes in the structure. Quinn looked at the ashes, feeling a but despondent. Why she still was angry, the stimuli from the world was flooding in and she realized that even using her powers was foolish. It was time to use a less exhausting (and smarter) attack.

Rummaging quickly in her pocket (time was of the essence here), she pulled out a small blue stone. Her expression looked to be utterly dead, but she was looking for an opening. Taking a chance, she flung the rock at the witch, unaware of the small bomb hurtling towards her enemy from the other side.

((hehe :3))