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19th Flight: [Action/Eventual Voice]
May. 18th, 2010 04:28 pm[You know what sucks? Being airborne when there's a swarm of flesh-eating butterflies circling the sky, that's what.
And one Arche Klaine is having this demonstrated to her. Quite decisively.] Get away, you flying rats! Fireball!
[Three of them are consumed by the Fireballs, dropping to the ground, but that still leaves about five pursuing the poor sorceress. And before she can manage to ready another spell, they manage to catch up.]
Gah! Get off getoff getoff! [She flails at them, swatting most of them aside, but one gets a nasty bite in on her arm... and another gets in close enough to bite her neck.]
Ugh... Go away! Cyclone! [A massive whirlwind sucks the remaining nearby Tease into it, annihilating them pretty effectively. But the damage is done. Dropping down to the ground, barely managing to keep from just falling, she staggers her way over to a nearby building and presses her hand to it.
It's at this point that her journal falls to the ground, and the following is what it picks up... along with some blood splotches.] Dammit... filthy flapping... things. Where's Mint when I need her...?
And one Arche Klaine is having this demonstrated to her. Quite decisively.] Get away, you flying rats! Fireball!
[Three of them are consumed by the Fireballs, dropping to the ground, but that still leaves about five pursuing the poor sorceress. And before she can manage to ready another spell, they manage to catch up.]
Gah! Get off getoff getoff! [She flails at them, swatting most of them aside, but one gets a nasty bite in on her arm... and another gets in close enough to bite her neck.]
Ugh... Go away! Cyclone! [A massive whirlwind sucks the remaining nearby Tease into it, annihilating them pretty effectively. But the damage is done. Dropping down to the ground, barely managing to keep from just falling, she staggers her way over to a nearby building and presses her hand to it.
It's at this point that her journal falls to the ground, and the following is what it picks up... along with some blood splotches.] Dammit... filthy flapping... things. Where's Mint when I need her...?
