Thread:HawkDragon1763/@comment-33896974-20191001222208/@comment-33229352-20191010021840

Ishmael trailed behind him, more vines sprouting with every step. They were almost encapsulating him, creating a barrier between him and Daxtrus’s vines. As he walked, he collapsed his peace circle back to its normal size- it was easier for him to control its intensity that way. Speaking of intensity, the edges of it were steadily growing brighter. He didn’t think it would do much against a deity deadset on violence, but in this case at least if the plant deity was in range, he had a bit of insurance on his side. Well, that and the leaf-shaped blade of the knife he was now carrying in his hand. Where’d he get that?