Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20170731031801/@comment-26210095-20171104190528

Artoria throws what appears to be red gems, glowing with power, into the air above her. 'Analyze form.' She mutters under her breath as she quickly scans the magecraft constructs the Inquisitor has created. Calling upon the power of the gems, they shine for a moment with power, and neutralize the ravenous red wolves, the Flow losing form and dissipating.

She reaches into her pocket, searching for a second, as she finds the stone she's looking for, pocketing it for now. Her magic circles open, ready to react to anything the Inquisitor throws at her