Amy didn't even smile at that one, too busy closing her shields tight. This was as close as she wanted to get, metaphysically speaking.
When Medrau's spell hit the rock, Amy took another step back. At the beast's rumble, several more.
I should've kissed Jale 'goodbye', not 'see you later'. She thought despairingly.
Once Medrau vanished, two things happened; Amy dropped the glamour so she looked like herself again, and almost had a heart attack as the dragon emerged.
"Oh holy fucking shit-"
She might've found a lot less swear words to use if the dragon hadn't noticed her.
Barrier! Now!
With hardly a thought, a translucent sky-blue shield spread in front of her, high and wide enough to block any flame the dragon might breathe - or, failing that, it's mouth if it tried to take a chunk out of her.
As long as she could hold the spell, anyway.
Amy had been shoving up her coat sleeve and summoning her sword from her bracelet when her attention switched back to the roaring dragon. A blast of dark fire impacted the shield, and she felt the hit. It burned, but not nearly as much as it would if her spell failed.
Fuck. Where was Seph? Why wasn't he-
Probably went after Medrau. Awiergan suggested helpfully. We're on our own.
Amy wasn't sure who had just gotten the shorter end of the stick.
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Date: 2012-05-27 05:34 am (UTC)Amy didn't even smile at that one, too busy closing her shields tight. This was as close as she wanted to get, metaphysically speaking.
When Medrau's spell hit the rock, Amy took another step back. At the beast's rumble, several more.
I should've kissed Jale 'goodbye', not 'see you later'. She thought despairingly.
Once Medrau vanished, two things happened; Amy dropped the glamour so she looked like herself again, and almost had a heart attack as the dragon emerged.
"Oh holy fucking shit-"
She might've found a lot less swear words to use if the dragon hadn't noticed her.
Barrier! Now!
With hardly a thought, a translucent sky-blue shield spread in front of her, high and wide enough to block any flame the dragon might breathe - or, failing that, it's mouth if it tried to take a chunk out of her.
As long as she could hold the spell, anyway.
Amy had been shoving up her coat sleeve and summoning her sword from her bracelet when her attention switched back to the roaring dragon. A blast of dark fire impacted the shield, and she felt the hit. It burned, but not nearly as much as it would if her spell failed.
Fuck. Where was Seph? Why wasn't he-
Probably went after Medrau. Awiergan suggested helpfully. We're on our own.
Amy wasn't sure who had just gotten the shorter end of the stick.