[for her part, wanda circles the tentacled beast, carving runes of witchcraft across its body, weighing down the tentacles so that they don't reach her. she zips her way around its carapace, boots hitting the ground as she ends up behind it. it gives her enough room to breathe, before she's jumping off again to escape newly-formed tentacles that reach for her in a burst.
all this leading her to the front of the creature's form, in time to hear stephen claim that they can slip throughβthrough a space that he's cut for them with magic.
except he comes wheeling towards her, caught with a tentacle wrapped around his waist. wanda loses her balance when he connects with her, scrapes her hand against the ground, and uses that sharp sting on her skin to flare magic at her palms.
the runes carved onto the tentacles glow, and with one swelling thrum, wanda jerks her arms to the side. the tentacles explode at the base, falling flatly, and the creature rolls onto its ball-shaped body in agony. she grits her teeth, enveloping stephen in scarlet magic to drag him away from it.]
Get a hold of yourself.
[arguably, fighting words.
crawling bodies behind them start moving in closer, closing in the space stephen's created for them to slip through. wanda frowns.]
What if we just flew up?
[they'd land somewhere else entirely, if their theory proves correct.]
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all this leading her to the front of the creature's form, in time to hear stephen claim that they can slip throughβthrough a space that he's cut for them with magic.
except he comes wheeling towards her, caught with a tentacle wrapped around his waist. wanda loses her balance when he connects with her, scrapes her hand against the ground, and uses that sharp sting on her skin to flare magic at her palms.
the runes carved onto the tentacles glow, and with one swelling thrum, wanda jerks her arms to the side. the tentacles explode at the base, falling flatly, and the creature rolls onto its ball-shaped body in agony. she grits her teeth, enveloping stephen in scarlet magic to drag him away from it.]
Get a hold of yourself.
[arguably, fighting words.
crawling bodies behind them start moving in closer, closing in the space stephen's created for them to slip through. wanda frowns.]
What if we just flew up?
[they'd land somewhere else entirely, if their theory proves correct.]