Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20170316230937/@comment-26444332-20170403194648

After a brief moment of combat, the sword-cleric disengages, and, fast as a striking serpent, slices the javelin out of the air.

'...now go forth!' finishes the spear-cleric, his voice rising to a shout. He steps back with one foot, and his spear, held ready, bursts with red light too bright to look upon. 'Lúin...'

Azarias sighs, raises a finger, and begins writing on the air, forming silver-white letters of light in some unknown language. 'I really didn't want to do this...' he murmurs.

'Celtchar!' the cleric cries, and hurls the spear at them, the weapon becoming a beam of fire and lightning lancing towards them.

Azarias flicks the writing with his index finger, causing it to glow brightly. 'Freezing Shade.' he murmurs. Instantly, the lance slows, then stops, both light and flames fading as it clatters to the ground, lifeless. The cleric gasps.

'Lowering the oscillations of the molecules in the air causes the phenomenon known as "cold,"' Azarias says as if in lecture. 'Applying that principle directly in the path of a great heat to lower the temperature to a near-absolute zero will quench any flame.'

The clerics both charge the group, evidently angry now.