"Damnit," he said when he'd looked at his arm again. He poised himself again and once more threw more. This time his anger was seething though, he'd just gotten this shirt and it was the only one he had, it was already torn. Bloody water bender had done it to him and he three a massive fireball, though it was probably only the size of a large watermelon at the base of the tree she was standing at. After that he proceeded to send smaller ones in her direction, about the size of strawberries.
He had a habit to relating everything to food in his mind due to his complete adoration of it. He'd slunk to the side then and sat down. Something else had hit his other arm, creating a few more scratches that were rather unpleasant. He wanted this to be over but he didn't care want happened to the damn forest.
The School of Dedicated Roleplayers [closed]
A general roleplay guild with emphasis on improving RPers.
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