Tal's inability to focus clearly on the 'Wicker Woman' made it easy for Maea to dodge his flailing attack, but he didn't seem to recognize her voice or understand her words. "I think it's got Maea!" he yelled instead, fear for his friend driving the adrenaline in his blood... and raising his heart rate, which only caused the poison of the spores to circulate more swiftly within his system.
Maea would find the spores to be particularly susceptible to fire, sizzling away to dust as she swept her flame through them. Though she had to dodge a few more wild axe swings, she was able to clear away the remaining pollen in spite of the courier's unintentional interference. Thanks to her quick thinking, Thalassa was protected from further spore-related impairment and they wouldn't have to worry about Talyson getting re-afflicted.
It was up to Thalassa to deal with their hallucinating leader, and though her own vision was still affected by the previous effects of the spores her groping hands were able to find the courier eventually. It wasn't pretty but it was effective in the end. Though she wasn't strong enough to hold the courier's arm down she was able to reach his hand and activate the healing properties of the silver ring on his finger.
And luckily for all of them, the magical Healing did cleanse the effects of the spores from his system in a rush of warmth that started at his hand and washed through the rest of him. As it reached his eyes the nightmare vision of bramble-clad Wicker Women solidified into a single entity who was not, in fact, a tree after all, but a rather annoyed Ancient who he was aiming his axe at. The courier froze and then stopped fighting Thalassa, letting her pull his arm down as he looked around in confusion and then sheepishly hooked the axe back on his belt. He couldn't quite meet Maea's eyes as he swallowed hard and reached up to rub the back of his neck. "I, uh... sorry. I think? I thought you were... y'know. Someone else." He glanced back to Thalassa gratefully. "An' thanks. For stoppin' me from hurtin' her."
Maea would find the spores to be particularly susceptible to fire, sizzling away to dust as she swept her flame through them. Though she had to dodge a few more wild axe swings, she was able to clear away the remaining pollen in spite of the courier's unintentional interference. Thanks to her quick thinking, Thalassa was protected from further spore-related impairment and they wouldn't have to worry about Talyson getting re-afflicted.
It was up to Thalassa to deal with their hallucinating leader, and though her own vision was still affected by the previous effects of the spores her groping hands were able to find the courier eventually. It wasn't pretty but it was effective in the end. Though she wasn't strong enough to hold the courier's arm down she was able to reach his hand and activate the healing properties of the silver ring on his finger.
And luckily for all of them, the magical Healing did cleanse the effects of the spores from his system in a rush of warmth that started at his hand and washed through the rest of him. As it reached his eyes the nightmare vision of bramble-clad Wicker Women solidified into a single entity who was not, in fact, a tree after all, but a rather annoyed Ancient who he was aiming his axe at. The courier froze and then stopped fighting Thalassa, letting her pull his arm down as he looked around in confusion and then sheepishly hooked the axe back on his belt. He couldn't quite meet Maea's eyes as he swallowed hard and reached up to rub the back of his neck. "I, uh... sorry. I think? I thought you were... y'know. Someone else." He glanced back to Thalassa gratefully. "An' thanks. For stoppin' me from hurtin' her."
