[ Ori finds her footing on the deck once more, and sheās reminded of her own lack of empty-handedness as Somnusā corporeal blades appear once more. With a quick glance around, she finds where she had dropped her staff and conjures vines to reach out and pull it back into her grasp.
She stands beside him, staff in hand, and nods when he calls for the creatureās end. But he adds, without lightning, and she canāt help but feel like sheās beingā¦ scolded?
Which, she suppose she canāt blame him for. But her posture goes rigid all the same. ]
I, um. Okay. No lightning. Got it.
[ With that, she lifts her arms to point her staff towards the froghemoth. In one short moment, it seems caught as a dark, blighting energy washes over it and seemingly drains it of its vitality. Its veins darken, its skin wrinkles as it shrivels up, and it gives a piercing shriek of pain as it - for all intents and purposes - begins to wither away. ]
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She stands beside him, staff in hand, and nods when he calls for the creatureās end. But he adds, without lightning, and she canāt help but feel like sheās beingā¦ scolded?
Which, she suppose she canāt blame him for. But her posture goes rigid all the same. ]
I, um. Okay. No lightning. Got it.
[ With that, she lifts her arms to point her staff towards the froghemoth. In one short moment, it seems caught as a dark, blighting energy washes over it and seemingly drains it of its vitality. Its veins darken, its skin wrinkles as it shrivels up, and it gives a piercing shriek of pain as it - for all intents and purposes - begins to wither away. ]