Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20150807001143/@comment-11163511-20150820122956

((Oh ok. I see now))

"Oh poppycock, the phoenix hath risen." Sighed Sam at the sight of that little overly extravagant brat. If the ignition couldn't come from his buddies, it would come from the true flesh of that old hag he had bloody battled earlier on, which would in no way be a good sign. His plan was now busted and he was running out of ideas. Still, his voice has always been a weapon of some kind, at least to buy some time.

"I've never been more sane, ladies. But I must speak in song for our sake.

Ring around the rosies,

A pocket full of posies

Ashes, ashes we all fall down"

What he meant was not the Black Death, even though he knew how blackened his comrades'd all be if they'd fall in flames, he was refering to their current dilema of being trapped between two hags and the only idea he could think of was to create a fireline. Still, that'd be of no use for the firey one could bring the heat up so high that stones could suffice as fuel.

"Beat the heat, you may go." Said Sam subtly as he dropped his hands and letting the two girls do what they do beast, since that was rather the only thing he could do for now, though he'd hate himself for being such a coward now.