damia ravin speaks fluent sarcasm (contrabandist) wrote in emillion, |
The spells kept washing over and around Damia, but still she clutched her the hilt of her dagger tight, content to resort to the physical rather than anything else. Magic was useful, of course, particularly against certain types of foe, but a sharp blade got the point across just as well. Against this elemental, though, it was all proving to be a waste of time.
Still, still, after the Firaja had disappeared into mere wisps and the other woman attacked, she, too, shot forward to perform Barrage, dagger slashing into the flickering creature as best it could, however useless it would end up being. It was almost over, that much could be sensed. Just a little more.
She exhaled sharply and waited for the water attack that slammed into her, just strong enough to get her knees nearly buckling.