[Since keeping quiet is easily a moot point now, it slips out sharply. The legion of corpses before them, yawning hugely, strikes a little too close to home โ undead things, working in tandem to constrict and confine. But thereโs no time to focus on that, not when after snapping his gaze backwards, he spies the tentacled creature that had been trailing them. Its many, many eyes, vacillating between twitching in all directions, and focusing upon them both, all at once.
But you know? Heโs seen weirder. And so has Wanda. He nods sharply at her, trusting that her magic will deal with the tentacle creature unspoken, and turns his focus towards the pile of moving corpses.
He casts swiftly with practiced hands. A blade of magic spins and enlarges, sparking with amber at its edges, like a saw blade cutting through invisible metal. This is a trick thatโs worked beforeโlast time it split a bus openโand he sure doesnโt mind using it again.
Stephen launches it forward. The corpses shambling their way are sliced clean through the middle, and they crumple, their top halves clawing at the maze ground. This buzzing spell continues forward, shearing through a partial part of the undead legion, leaving it missing a good chunk of its conglomeration.]
We can slip throughโ!
[The space heโs carved open for him, is what he means to say, except suddenly an eyed-tentacle is wrapping around his waist and yanking him backwards, trying to knock him right into Wanda as he goes wheeling away.]
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[Since keeping quiet is easily a moot point now, it slips out sharply. The legion of corpses before them, yawning hugely, strikes a little too close to home โ undead things, working in tandem to constrict and confine. But thereโs no time to focus on that, not when after snapping his gaze backwards, he spies the tentacled creature that had been trailing them. Its many, many eyes, vacillating between twitching in all directions, and focusing upon them both, all at once.
But you know? Heโs seen weirder. And so has Wanda. He nods sharply at her, trusting that her magic will deal with the tentacle creature unspoken, and turns his focus towards the pile of moving corpses.
He casts swiftly with practiced hands. A blade of magic spins and enlarges, sparking with amber at its edges, like a saw blade cutting through invisible metal. This is a trick thatโs worked beforeโlast time it split a bus openโand he sure doesnโt mind using it again.
Stephen launches it forward. The corpses shambling their way are sliced clean through the middle, and they crumple, their top halves clawing at the maze ground. This buzzing spell continues forward, shearing through a partial part of the undead legion, leaving it missing a good chunk of its conglomeration.]
We can slip throughโ!
[The space heโs carved open for him, is what he means to say, except suddenly an eyed-tentacle is wrapping around his waist and yanking him backwards, trying to knock him right into Wanda as he goes wheeling away.]