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Pandora Montgomery (pandacharms) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

The first shake snapped her head back, and it made her angry to be rattled about like a ragdoll. Her ambigiously colored eyes flashed and she braced on her own shield, balance held on it in a very dance like stance. She dropped it the moment she felt the drain start, landing on her feet like a cat and pushing off in a sudden dash of movement, already certain of what she wanted to do. He wasn't the sort to just let go of a weapon. She leapt onto the chair he'd left on the field of battle, eyes flicking across what terrain she had available to her. Besides, it was the best spot for the spell she wanted to cast.

She spun her staff in a fsst, controlled movement over her head and leapt back down, slamming the head of it on the ground and sending a large, strong wave of magic reverberating over the ground. Called misappropriately the Time Slow Charm, it bound conditions around one where it slowed their reactions by something like thickening the air while the caster remained unaffected. It definitely didn't fall under Rich's conservation rule, but sometimes it was go big or go home. She wouldn't have long, considering the spelled quality of his sword that left her at a severe disadvantage especially without her spelled robes and boots. Well, at least he'd have a nasty case of poison ivy to heal from that one spell. She was sure it had touched his skin.

Her staff apparently hit the unseen Body Bind trap and was ripped from her hands in a flurry of magical bindings. She grunted and took the punishment to her ribs and arm, shooting tingling pain down it, and dashed through the spelled area, knife in one hand and wand in the other. She didn't even realize that her knife glinted with magic, something she'd yet the practice. She formed a hard shield and slammed it at him, hard.