"Well, while I won't help you to fight, I guess my skill falls under 'support' anyway. I'm extremely adept in healing magic, to the point that I could resurrect each and every one of you within a day if you were all to fall to Blizzard. Oh, and unlike myself and Nightwing, Blizzard cannot change his size from his huge form. If any of you can grow larger, I suggest you do so for the fight... If it occurs," monologues Glade.<br/><br/>"I don't think I will," responds Blizzard with a toothy grin as he slides her in deeper, allowing Cecil to stay where he is and continue his work. "Hmm... You there, in my mouth. I want my tongue cleaned. Get to work," he commands.<br/><br/>Nightwing moans happily. "I've stuffed plenty of creatures down there, but I've never used it as a method of reformation!" he exclaims.<br/><br/>(Is anyone in touch with Whitefangs? He hasn't replied for a while, and I'm wondering if he's still interested in this RP)