[The smile was one of mischief as she glanced over the rim of her glasses at him, a hand on her cheek in mock shyness. But with a grasp of the staff in the other palm, the crystal embedded at the end giving off a faint light, she seemed the accomplished multi-tasker. How often did she flirt mid-battle...?
Her attention caught when the beast began pointing at her. That was an unusually humanoid gesture, and creepier from a creature that looked like that. Bonnie's warning was coupled with a wind up, and a fist twice the size of her hurtling in her direction. The tiefling brought up her staff to catch it, but a strength-on-strength game was foolish, and she felt herself skidding backward a few yards, arms pinwheeling to maintain her balance on her heels. Her vision spun but she shook her head, grit her teeth and endured. She wasn't going to take another hit like that.
But both hands grasped the staff. She could heal herself, certainly, but not without first paying this thing back for its rudeness.]
Looks like diplomacy is beyond over. My turn.
[Eyes steely, she raised the staff, and her skirts and jacket billowed as a wind began to build and swirl around her. The decorative trees through the streets began to sway, and table settings began to rattle and creak as the gale began to build, pushing them gently out of alignment. Her power hadn't maxed quite yet- she needed more time out in the field- but she could only imagine what she could do in just a few months' time.
Madhuri whirled on a heel, and brandished the staff like a rifle. From the end all the wind gathered had collected, forming a tempestuous orb that fired off with a thunderous roar. The wind magic hurtled into the face and belly of the beast, sending it flying three paces before landing on its back.
With a sigh of satisfaction she twirled the staff and tapped the base firm against the cobble.]
Note to self: Come up with a snappy name for the attack. How unprofessional!
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[The smile was one of mischief as she glanced over the rim of her glasses at him, a hand on her cheek in mock shyness. But with a grasp of the staff in the other palm, the crystal embedded at the end giving off a faint light, she seemed the accomplished multi-tasker. How often did she flirt mid-battle...?
Her attention caught when the beast began pointing at her. That was an unusually humanoid gesture, and creepier from a creature that looked like that. Bonnie's warning was coupled with a wind up, and a fist twice the size of her hurtling in her direction. The tiefling brought up her staff to catch it, but a strength-on-strength game was foolish, and she felt herself skidding backward a few yards, arms pinwheeling to maintain her balance on her heels. Her vision spun but she shook her head, grit her teeth and endured. She wasn't going to take another hit like that.
But both hands grasped the staff. She could heal herself, certainly, but not without first paying this thing back for its rudeness.]
Looks like diplomacy is beyond over. My turn.
[Eyes steely, she raised the staff, and her skirts and jacket billowed as a wind began to build and swirl around her. The decorative trees through the streets began to sway, and table settings began to rattle and creak as the gale began to build, pushing them gently out of alignment. Her power hadn't maxed quite yet- she needed more time out in the field- but she could only imagine what she could do in just a few months' time.
Madhuri whirled on a heel, and brandished the staff like a rifle. From the end all the wind gathered had collected, forming a tempestuous orb that fired off with a thunderous roar. The wind magic hurtled into the face and belly of the beast, sending it flying three paces before landing on its back.
With a sigh of satisfaction she twirled the staff and tapped the base firm against the cobble.]
Note to self: Come up with a snappy name for the attack. How unprofessional!