hippolyta flynn has a pistol for a mouth (vexatiously) wrote in emillion, |
"Fuck," Flynn hissed, wishing she knew more than White Wind in order to help. Without considering she needed to ask someone to teach her Cure when or if they returned, she readied her next spell, the air crackling ominously above the guardian. Thunder slammed into her — couldn't do Thundara, had to keep her stamina up — and the mage stepped back, swinging her scythe for balance.
This was going to be a major pain in the ass.
(But it was just the beginning.)