The electricity jolts Merlynne and sends her reeling back, blinded, screaming, pain. The shield erects around her, expanding and crawling, the energy healing her as she incants.
When she finally gets her bearings, Magique is nowhere to be seen. Merlynne's eyes narrow, her inner-eye sensing around for the tainted magics that fuel the three-some. There. A wake up call, then.
Dementia. For her opponent, the world reels, sending nerve and sensory input into overdrive, scrambling the lines between senses.
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Date: 2006-11-17 05:21 am (UTC)When she finally gets her bearings, Magique is nowhere to be seen. Merlynne's eyes narrow, her inner-eye sensing around for the tainted magics that fuel the three-some. There. A wake up call, then.
Dementia. For her opponent, the world reels, sending nerve and sensory input into overdrive, scrambling the lines between senses.