Kija (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} backoftheline) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} marinanova, |
[He blinks when the strange substance hits him, before his eyes narrow into a glare. Did he just throw a weapon at him? Be catches it within his hand after it bounces off of his head, before it can touch the ground.
. . . It is strangely soft. And somehow it smells good. A Marsh Mallow he said. As squishy as it is within his hand, it's difficult to picture it doing any real damage.]
I fight with my hand.
[A faint smirk crosses his face. He's been excited since the anklet fell off. Ever since it came lose his strength has returned. Lifting his right hand up into the air, it grows many times its original size. And as he holds it up, it's clear that it's more than a hand, it's a claw. Glittered with white scales, he makes a fist, each finger claw tipped and sharp as could be .]
I have found that with my scared power, nothing else has been necessary.