The poleaxe scraped along the arid ground as she spun, a cloud of dirt masking the rune she traced in the air. The dried blood crumbled from her arm, drawn by magic to the black edge of her axe, where it burst into flame. The dust fell, and she charged.#vss365 #WritingCommunity
— ✍️ Gabrielle Steele 🐉 (@eldris) May 15, 2021