[PQ+] [SE] Push it way back

Maea

Oh, wonderful. Trapped in an actual cage of vines, just as her ears caught the start of Tal's coughing fit. She couldn't see the spores, per se, but suspected they were there. Perhaps later she could be smug about pointing out how good it was to step into things only after prepping thoroughly, but for now -

Switching the stick to one hand, she hauled a chakram from the belt and began to hack at the thorny vines. The way they ripped through her gloves had her muttering curses under her breath, besmirching the honor of them, their seeds, their flowering parents and whatever bird or bee or stink-attracted fly that pollinated them into existence. It might have been a good time to use her magic, but Maea was reluctant to start tapping into her energy reserves before they'd even come across a voidling.

"Tal?" she called as she hacked and sawed at the vines, "you alright? I'm coming your way, don't move, okay?"

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Maea uses her chakram to try and cut her way out of the vines and towards Tal.

Type: Dark | Style: Offensive | Level: Basic
Lasracha | A pair of chakrams. The outer rim of these throwing discs are sharpened to a razor's edge, and glint with a curious crimson. Imbued with fire, they burn as well as they cut.

I can try to pretend, I can try to forget
But it's driving me mad, going out of my head

Table base by Skylark