Thalassa
Hit me hard and soft
Thal can feel the frustration rolling off the fyrhund as if it were heat from the lava lurking beneath. It sends a flush of satisfaction through her, eyes flashing bright as she strolls casually past Aithne, drawing on her life force like a fine bourbon to spike her energy. Her steps are lighter, movements sharper; so when the younger Ancient lunges for her, the effort with which she dodges is easy.
She flickers back into existence at her side, not even bothering with weapons anymore as she strikes out with her hands. It's not a brush this time, her arms shoving forcefully on the fyrhund in an attempt to push her off balance as she pulls energy with her magic. "Pathetic."
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She flickers back into existence at her side, not even bothering with weapons anymore as she strikes out with her hands. It's not a brush this time, her arms shoving forcefully on the fyrhund in an attempt to push her off balance as she pulls energy with her magic. "Pathetic."
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