[b]Mags:[/b]

The scene playing out in front of her was so absurd, it almost made her laugh aloud. The three... Companions? Kept talking over each other, with the Dwarf graveling something about how she should just travel to a Dwarven Thunderer(?) and ask them about her city. [i]I suppose he doesn't realize how old this city is.. Or how far traveled this Dragon was supposed to be.[/i] The giant had been glaring at her for the entire conversation, and the initial shock of seeing someone big enough to actually throw her across the clearing had finally worn off, and she was now sizing them all up. 

Looking a little past them, the girl saw the smoke billowing up from the horizon. 

[i]Could that have something to do with the Dragon? It would be good to find out, and I need to get past these people.[/i]

Mags stood a few yards away from the short priest and the giant, who were hissing at each other and shooting glances back at her frequently. The priest waved at her, and she smiled weakly in turn, focusing her attention on the billowing smoke above them. Did they not care? She shifted from foot to callused foot, standing next to the sweaty dwarf. Shit. She had seen the rest of their group go towards the smoke. What if they were already speaking to the Dragon? 

She [b]needed[/b] to speak to that Dragon.

Her heart began to pound like she had been chewing Jocasta nuts, and the exhaustion and aches faded away. 

Abruptly, and with that half-feral decision making that happened without any conscious thought, she determined what she had to do, and how she could do it. Taking a brief moment to refasten her knapsack and adjust her necklace, she took in a deep readying breath. 

Turning quickly to the Dwarf, she gave another sloppy curtsy, although there was no nervousness or hesitancy now. It was just an instinctual habit, one that lacked the desire to flatter.

"Beg pardon, but I really must get going now."

Her voice was distant, and she had already began moving before she heard a response. She didn't particularly care if she heard one. If there was, she wouldn't have registered it anyways.

Jogging down the path towards the smoking horizon, Mags pictured a swirling multi-hued mosaic in her mind, each vibrant portion as a different mnemonic of the spells she began to ready.
Breaking into a dead sprint, her arms and legs pumped, her slight, wiry frame now revealing it's hidden strength.
As she neared the two arguing men, she made a last minute adjustment in her path, so she was running straight towards Settione. In her head, the mosaic began to pulse wildly.

Vaulting herself into the air, the mosaic crystalized, each part breaking as the syllables of the spell flashed in her head and was hissed out of her clenched teeth.

[color=f7941d]
Agelghug's Characteristic Jump
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For any onlooker, it would have looked like an invisible giant had grabbed the girl by the leg and yanked her upwards, rag-dolling her as she was hurtled rather violently into the air. Arms and legs limply flailing as she cartwheeled higher.

The air was knocked out of Mags lungs as she was thrown upwards, entire body spinning, until the tips of her dangling hair was just  above the priests (rightside up) head.

[color=6ecff6]Symai's Ebullient Gust[/color]

Now it was like the giant, after throwing her into the air, sucker punched the girl directly in the stomach, as a howling gust of wind blasted into her and pushed her forwards, sending her whirring above the heads of the two men. 
Mags lips were pulled back from the intensity of the wind, and her eyes clamped shut, and then opened wildly, her vision a blur of greens and browns and startling blues.

Ignored for too long, gravity began to reassert its presence, angry that it's demands had been flagrantly ignored in such a ridiculous display. 
Tumbling down, Mags squirmed, trying and failing to find her equilibrium, balance herself. The last glimmering pattern of the mosaic flashed-

[color=fff200]Dunexan's Gen[/color]tle Prote[b]coH sHIT.
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Mags fell hard into a thicket of bushes, her head being jarred against the branches as her knapsack straps dug painfully into her. Her necklace was tangled up around her neck, choking her windpipe. Her ass ached like she couldn't believe. She had scrapes all up and down her legs and arms. She had enough twigs and leaves in her hair to make a nest. 
[i]Pulled that one off without a hitch! Fuck.[/i]

Dragging herself painfully from the (almost divinely placed) thicket, Mags pulled herself onto the dusty path, a few yards away from Settione and the giant. 

Stumbling to her feet, Mags fought a swirling wave of nausea, spitting a gob of blood onto the ground. She had bit down hard on her cheek, and it felt raw.

[i]Why didn't I just run past them?[/i] She heard the crackling moving sound that shards of pottery, having survived untold millennia, were crushed and rendered meaningless. [i]Fuck.[/i]

Without glancing back, the dazed girl began a staggered jog towards the smoke.