The alchemist had been getting more brazen, more foolish. Leaving more clues but also making it really damn difficult to do anything at all about him given that the clues really only meant they knew what he was working on and how to vaguely combat it. It was earnestly frustrating to her given that she had to combat the symptoms and not the actual source. It was grating.
Among other things she had found herself in an odd position of magic that was slowly tearing her body apart in a way that she wasn’t sure was entirely natural. Like where had this magic come from? Where had her ice magic gone? She’d adjust her armor and wince a bit as it grated against the woman’s ‘wounds’.
It wasn’t going to be going away anytime soon until her body got used to it. She’d bite the inside of her cheek as she approached the balcony; the engineers had been a little cross about last time and she’d look to watch the beasts fly around. Each was the size of a small plane but looked to be strong enough to rip buildings off of their foundations. Letting out a tsk she’d jump off the balcony again. Whinging a bit as she landed. The pain was getting worse and she wasn’t sure if it had even reached it’s maximum yet. She’d find out eventually she figured…
She’d inspect her opponents a little more as she approached them. Permafrost sat resting over her shoulder and her offhand remained in it’s sheath. How would she strike them from here? There was a soft tingle and the werewolf’s eyes widened as she got the premonition of something. It wasn’t power like before that had ripped apart her ‘veins’... but something else that she hadn’t been able to do before.
She shouldn’t try it without being more accustomed to it and shook her head even as that massive orb looked down at her with a sense of distaste. Huffing a bit she’d jump up onto a building that stood among the ruins and waited for the beasties to get closer…
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