I've embraced the torch passed to me
owned what I've been called to be
Loki squawks when she sees the fireball and dips the side, lucky as all hell that the fireball hit her energy blast and not her. “Not now, Loki,” Wessex yells to the dragonling as she drops to the sand in order to avoid the first fireball, but she does not spare her companion a glance. As long as she leaves the immediate area, everything is fine. She’ll just have to trust that Loki is smart enough to take care of herself. And though Wessex doesn’t see it, the dragonling does, though she is clearly still in distress.
Instead of paying attention to her companion, Wessex reaches for the fire magic again and from her prone position tries to set up a semi-circle of flames behind Weaver. She is doing her best to keep the other woman close enough to siphon off her magic when she uses it. Able to hold the wall there for a bit, she takes the opportunity to spring up from the ground, spitting sand, and run towards the girl again, crouching low to remain a small target.
full tilt,
hello destiny
WESSEX