hippolyta flynn has a pistol for a mouth (vexatiously) wrote in emillion, |
Fuck, fuckity fuck. There were five of them, but it felt like they were barely doing any damage, especially with the three-faced bitch mending herself as they went. With those attacks hitting the rest of the party, she shuffled backward, those slashes just barely missing her. Her blood began to pump harder, heartbeat ringing in her ears as she heard the dragoon's voice through the hum. Yeah, she could do that.
She tightened her grip on the scythe and cast Fire, which licked across the walls, raising the temperature of the room for a few seconds. The thing wasn't casting any elemental spells, only curative, but it appeared Thunder had little effect. It was down to Fire, Blizzard, or Aero, as Quake would have no affect, and it wasn't safe to cast such a spell in a place like this.
Make a fucking dent, she chanted in her mind.