Sohalia
Sohalia's owls flew in, all screeches and talons and wings, in an attempt to blind the yeti; when they retreated, it was in failure, and Sohalia thanked them silently as she continued to work her way to an open patch of snow. It had been worth a shot, and even a little damage was better than nothing.
Mel shot a flaming arrow and it struck true; the beast continued on as though it had hardly felt the attack. Alys, a skilled illusionist, distracted the creature with a projection of Zavien, and Soh held her breath as the yeti wavered, then selected the false man to go after. Unfortunately for her, that placed the creature squarely beside Soh, and she looked up and up and up at the massive beast as she struggled with her glaive.
Gods, but it was cold. Her fingers could hardly keep hold of her weapon, but she was terrified to drop it lest she be unable to find it again in the snow. Zavien's shout of warning heralded the arrival of Safrin, but Soh didn't have time to be sufficiently awed (or jealous). She needed to act now, or she'd never live to see her little revolution to fruition. With nothing to go on but instinct, she lashed out with her glaive, aiming to strike one of the yeti's lumbering legs. If she could injure it, maybe that would slow it down.
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Sohalia strikes at the yeti's leg with her glaive.
Mel shot a flaming arrow and it struck true; the beast continued on as though it had hardly felt the attack. Alys, a skilled illusionist, distracted the creature with a projection of Zavien, and Soh held her breath as the yeti wavered, then selected the false man to go after. Unfortunately for her, that placed the creature squarely beside Soh, and she looked up and up and up at the massive beast as she struggled with her glaive.
Gods, but it was cold. Her fingers could hardly keep hold of her weapon, but she was terrified to drop it lest she be unable to find it again in the snow. Zavien's shout of warning heralded the arrival of Safrin, but Soh didn't have time to be sufficiently awed (or jealous). She needed to act now, or she'd never live to see her little revolution to fruition. With nothing to go on but instinct, she lashed out with her glaive, aiming to strike one of the yeti's lumbering legs. If she could injure it, maybe that would slow it down.
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Sohalia strikes at the yeti's leg with her glaive.
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
