Who: Savannah and Open When: NOW! Where: (bubble) so as far as she's concerned a post apocalyptic Chicago. Puncturable: Yep
Savannah landed in a puddle of scorched leather, her staff outstretched and more than a little dented. "Holy fuck!" She slammed her hand on the ground, hissing at the pain the action caused before she rose and shook herself. The charring fell in brittle black flakes leaving the spelled leather unmarked, but seeming to crawl as if in pain.
She looked around, her brown hair whipping with the speed of the movement. She definitely wasn't insane, she hurt too much not to have been trying to kill something before she polled up here. She cursed again, whispering a word to calm the magics in the staff.