[wanda knows that these words will make no sense to ciri, but she doesn't know how else to explain it, not without getting into a long, weary story she isn't sure they have the time for anyway.
the beast buffets its arm to the side, breaking apart the furniture and part of the wall that stood on its way, approaching wanda. it should respect the scarlet witch's command, but wanda knows that this one isn't, truly, the creature from the darkhold castle. a flare of red magic circles her hand as wanda holds back its hands so it doesn't strike, using her telekinesis to keep them apart. with a forceful swing of her arm, wanda pulls off one of the creature's arms; it shrieks in pain, black blood tainting the floor and walls.
ciri, however, is not altogether ignored. tentacles rip out from the carapace back of the beast, reaching for the white-haired woman.]
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[wanda knows that these words will make no sense to ciri, but she doesn't know how else to explain it, not without getting into a long, weary story she isn't sure they have the time for anyway.
the beast buffets its arm to the side, breaking apart the furniture and part of the wall that stood on its way, approaching wanda. it should respect the scarlet witch's command, but wanda knows that this one isn't, truly, the creature from the darkhold castle. a flare of red magic circles her hand as wanda holds back its hands so it doesn't strike, using her telekinesis to keep them apart. with a forceful swing of her arm, wanda pulls off one of the creature's arms; it shrieks in pain, black blood tainting the floor and walls.
ciri, however, is not altogether ignored. tentacles rip out from the carapace back of the beast, reaching for the white-haired woman.]