OOC: tricky water man
mentions: [@supamusu][@Moonberry][@JonTheArchivist] [@Ducksworth] [@ImaginedBird]

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The water blades slashed out, jagged arcs screaming through the chamber. Androph met them head on, his hide turning some aside with little more than shallow cuts, but one shard found purchase. It bit into his arm, drawing blood enough to sting and remind him that even his toughness had limits. He would not slow, not willingly. Yet the moment his boots struck deeper water the floor itself seemed to drag at him. The pool clutched his legs like living hands, slowing each step until only his unnatural strength kept him forcing forward at any pace. He drove ahead, hammer raised, only to find the mist so thick that the mage he’d charged was gone. Worse still, the wall of fog swallowed his allies from sight. He was alone in the gray.

Back toward the stairs, Yumi’s scythe spun like a storm. Her blade cut cleanly through the volley of water shards, breaking them to harmless spray before they could reach her or Aramis at her back. Aramis stayed tight to her, but their movement was no freer than Androph’s when they hit the water and in fact it inhibited them more in comparison. Each step dragged as if unseen chains held their ankles, the water clinging, pulling them down with every motion. They could see only one another, the rest of the group lost to the suffocating mist.

Closer to the stair, Locke’s instincts carried him into the barrage. He pulled Evie and Roscoe into a safer line, interposing himself against the strike. The shards ripped across his armor, scoring through plate and flesh beneath. The pain would be sharp and punishing, two deep wounds opened across his frame, but his shield held (armor damaged enough to not offer anymore protection). Evie and Roscoe were spared, the worst of the blast turned by Locke's body.

The chamber seemed to grow quieter after, the air thick with mist that swirled around the pillars. Faces carved into stone wept into the water, their sorrowful reflections shifting with the ripples. From somewhere unseen, the mage’s voice carried again, low and echoing.

[color=00a651][b]“You came to drown… so drown.”[/b][/color]

A surge moved through the pool around Androph’s legs, not simple resistance this time but force. The water rose like a living thing, crashing to try and sweep him from his feet, its strength sharpened by the drugged mist. (E grade attacK) And yet the direction of the spell’s master remained hidden, the voice carrying as though from every corner at once.

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