Heavy with skepticism at how well things are going, Zavakri squints past Bob's corpulent mass and raises her orb with an optimistic caution, seeking to once more bamboozle Snake B. Nothing too complex going on here, just prodding That-Which-Should-Not-Be until it Stops-Being.

[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/23668]Ray of Frost says 12 to hit! If this hits...[/url]
[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/23669]7 damage????? S-Slow it down?[/url]