Thread:Seadrus/@comment-9340689-20131227213924/@comment-4060385-20131231170043

Malim spits out a semi-liquid, consisting of fire, gravel, and Zilvra: I may or may not need to learn that girly, as that is MY choice.

Atmos takes a knife, and slices his hand, which amorphofies, releasing gold dust. The dust settles in Malim's mouth. He is unable to speak.