[ Ciri gasps, crying out when the insect latches onto the back of her neck and shoulder, the many little tentacle-like protrusions that make up its non-face slithering past the rips in her blouse and sinking in with something sharp, drawing blood. More of them try to crowd around her, and she stumbles, trying to figure out how to throw it off, when she feels the creature suddenly let go.
It thumps to the ground behind her, felled by a surprisingly solid strike from Viktor. But there are far too many of them, and considering they can fly, Ciri already knows there's no way she can handle them all. Normally, she'd tell Viktor to run, but-- well. That won't work either.
Igni it is. That, or something far more risky. She shouts a warning to Viktor first, just in case: ]
Get back and cover your face!
[ The Sign is the easiest part. Concentrating in this mess is the more difficult. Ciri throws her off hand out, perhaps too desperately. It's a good thing she told Viktor to be careful; the fire lashes out wildly, a wide burst of flames that scorches several insects to a crisp. It lasts maybe a second, and the heat of it wafts back in a rush, forcing Ciri to squint and take another step back.
There is a tug. A yank, inside her chest, not physical and yet-- very much real. Distracting. She gasps, turning away from the horde despite herself to look over her shoulder. ]
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It thumps to the ground behind her, felled by a surprisingly solid strike from Viktor. But there are far too many of them, and considering they can fly, Ciri already knows there's no way she can handle them all. Normally, she'd tell Viktor to run, but-- well. That won't work either.
Igni it is. That, or something far more risky. She shouts a warning to Viktor first, just in case: ]
Get back and cover your face!
[ The Sign is the easiest part. Concentrating in this mess is the more difficult. Ciri throws her off hand out, perhaps too desperately. It's a good thing she told Viktor to be careful; the fire lashes out wildly, a wide burst of flames that scorches several insects to a crisp. It lasts maybe a second, and the heat of it wafts back in a rush, forcing Ciri to squint and take another step back.
There is a tug. A yank, inside her chest, not physical and yet-- very much real. Distracting. She gasps, turning away from the horde despite herself to look over her shoulder. ]