Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20150807001143/@comment-11163511-20150818091952

One more push later, Sam's rationality was back, with history repeating itself as he was yet again faced with an unconscious Quinn. He mumbled a little self reminder before getting himself over to assist the girls, carefully propping Quinn's feet up with a makeshift pillow from what was left of his ripped backpack and examined where that wretched rock had hit her. "Alrighty now, let's see. Just a bruise, no serious trauma as far as what I can tell. She'll be ok, she just needs to be looked after until she wakes up again."

Now that was sorta dealt with, it was about time they had to find a plan to bring a halt to this ruckus. Another stone flew by and skid onto a small pile of pebbles, creating a spark and giving Sam a rather crazy idea on how to do it. Things were getting cold, so maybe it was time to light it all up!

"Lalka, Petra, hear me out. I think I might have a way we could try and use the witch's powers against herself and it might be something of your interest. It's a bit risky and I don't know if it's actually going to work but maybe we could create a fire whirl? I've got some of this alcohol for fuel but given the ash and the moss the hag's been whipping up, we could set it all ablaze, that is if we could trick her into surrounding herself in one of the whirlwinds. Anyone got any better ideas? This is more of your expertise, right?" Sam presented the bomber and her comrade with his unusual tactic and a bottle of rubbing alcohol.

((Yay, finally the doc is in!))