Post by ShoddyProduct on Feb 5, 2023 2:29:44 GMT
Juniper did not hear the captain's warnings, nor noticed everyone else engaged in their conflicts, so lost she was in her thoughts and anger. It was only the shrieking of metal on metal from Soren's clash with the giant that alerted the sorceress that anything was wrong, and as her head jolted upwards, she saw everyone else in their own conflicts.
'Where did they come from? I blocked everywhere else except for th-'
Her train of thought was cut short by an unexpected event. The cobbles beneath their feet buckled and gave way, as roots and vines burst from the street and engulfed them before they could so much as act, wrapping their arms and legs tightly. Instinct took over then, as their staff once again tumbled from their grip, and let the blaze free again to burn the vegetation away, anger surging forwards once again, but it was different this time. The flames were weaker, less volatile.
They only just managed to free themselves, the aching in her arms more pronounced than it had been. Juniper set their jaw and attempted a retaliatory strike on her assailant, a satyr, but the fire scarcely made it past her fingertips before fizzling away to nothing. Instead, they retrieved the staff once more, and carefully advanced, attempting to keep an eye out for any other spells thrown her way, at a clear disadvantage.
The anger had burned itself out, and with only embers left, she was thinking more clearly now. She had wrought destruction here, that much was clear. She looked over the woman, head tilted to the side slightly in her observation. She was pretty, that was for sure. If things had been different, maybe they could have been friends. Maybe they still could be, and it was that vain, hopeful part of the changeling that lead them to speak.
"Hey! I'm sorry about the city!" she said, knowing almost fully that the remark, despite being genuine, would fall on deaf ears.
'Where did they come from? I blocked everywhere else except for th-'
Her train of thought was cut short by an unexpected event. The cobbles beneath their feet buckled and gave way, as roots and vines burst from the street and engulfed them before they could so much as act, wrapping their arms and legs tightly. Instinct took over then, as their staff once again tumbled from their grip, and let the blaze free again to burn the vegetation away, anger surging forwards once again, but it was different this time. The flames were weaker, less volatile.
They only just managed to free themselves, the aching in her arms more pronounced than it had been. Juniper set their jaw and attempted a retaliatory strike on her assailant, a satyr, but the fire scarcely made it past her fingertips before fizzling away to nothing. Instead, they retrieved the staff once more, and carefully advanced, attempting to keep an eye out for any other spells thrown her way, at a clear disadvantage.
The anger had burned itself out, and with only embers left, she was thinking more clearly now. She had wrought destruction here, that much was clear. She looked over the woman, head tilted to the side slightly in her observation. She was pretty, that was for sure. If things had been different, maybe they could have been friends. Maybe they still could be, and it was that vain, hopeful part of the changeling that lead them to speak.
"Hey! I'm sorry about the city!" she said, knowing almost fully that the remark, despite being genuine, would fall on deaf ears.