Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-2601:647:4000:5CE0:91DC:D1FA:59F3:3245-20191207181131/@comment-73.158.79.161-20191217054010

Riya heard the war horn and grabbed her staff, skidding to a stop next to Heather.

Nyx drew her melder and held her knife in the other hand. "Pollution, pollution, pollution," she said, sniffing the dirtied air. "And this place is stuffed with it. And now we have to fight. Hooray." Her gaze averted to the teenagers. One had bright blue hair. "I swear, I will drop you with this if I have to."

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