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[indent][indent][indent][color=gray][sub][right][color=E3485D][b]Location:[/b][/color] Ifrise Forest, Sovereignty of Dryadalis[/right][/sub][/color][hr]
[color=dodgerblue]“That’s enough of this.”[/color]

Lazulin’s comment was clear as day to Pythia as she jumped back, dodging another lunging vine. 

Whether it was the inconvenience of the fight or the sheer stupidity that was engulfing the group, the red-haired magi was in complete agreeance. Clara had been caught off-guard and thrown to her back. Etoile’s... uniform… had been revealed as she moved to Clara’s aid. All while Zestasia instead of focusing on the vines screamed at the blonde-haired magi. In everything it appeared the only ones she could rely on to keep their cool was Etoile, Lazulin, and Pagonia. Lightning sparked in her eyes as it engulfed the entirety of her sheathed sword. Nobody was going to die. Nobody was going to die and it wasn’t going to be her fault. Not again.

Her fist clenched the hilt of her sword tighter as Lazulin cast his hand out toward one of the treants. Pythia took aim at the opposite one. Terra was resistant to lightning, but malum had changed the creatures well enough. Vines and trees required aqua to live and thrive. Aqua was weak to fulgur.

[i]Impetus.[/i]

The old word murmured in the back of her mind as the build-up of her magical energies shot out from her sword like a sustained bolt of lightning, right into the treants gaping maw. For a brief moment the treant screeched out in agony, paralyzed by the energy at its heart. The vines went limp and left an opening. As she did so it appeared the treant that Lazulin had accosted had done similar, though for different reasons as he used the inherent malum magicks with it to destroy its lifeforce from within. That aside, they could not do it alone.

[color=E3485D]“Stop bickering, morons! I can’t hold this forever!”[/color]






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