Gabriel ducked into a roll that yanked Urna with it, and she wheezed as his weight knocked the air out of her. Still, her tentacles kept their grip on—"Ow! Shit!" He was biting them. Urna whipped her tentacles free, and the wolf immediately sprang clear.
Shaking out the tingling pain, Urna grimly contemplated her options. Gabriel had won the distance she'd tried to keep from him, and she was already hurting. Bite him bite him bite him, chanted the low and unhelpful part of her brain. Not an option at range. She took in a breath to fuel her fire, the glow in her chest flaring—and paused. There was another magic at her disposal. She admittedly hadn't practiced much with it for projectiles, but hey, what else was a sparring match for? She could hawk a loogie with the best under normal circumstances. Maybe Cloud Bend's gravity would even work in her favor. Banking her flames, Urna instead focused her Will on the chemistry of her venom.
The power uncoiled not in her lungs but in her gut, tingling through her veins and shivering across her skin. Her tentacles rippled like grass in wind, but she directed her Will mouthwards through her throat. Harmless saliva, harmless mucus. Except with a nudge here, an application of Will there, the bitter taste of poison gathered on her tongue. Urna bared her teeth, threw her head back, and spat a gob of magical venom across the space towards Gabriel. Without so much as a pause to see if it landed, she whirled behind the cover of a tree trunk, trying to break his line of sight. Make him come to you.
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HP: 3/5
Rolling STRENGTH to try and hit Gabriel with venom spit. Effect: -1 HP if successful.
Rolling DEXTERITY to attempt to take cover against Gabriel's next attack. Success: she takes no damage from the next attack roll against her.
Shaking out the tingling pain, Urna grimly contemplated her options. Gabriel had won the distance she'd tried to keep from him, and she was already hurting. Bite him bite him bite him, chanted the low and unhelpful part of her brain. Not an option at range. She took in a breath to fuel her fire, the glow in her chest flaring—and paused. There was another magic at her disposal. She admittedly hadn't practiced much with it for projectiles, but hey, what else was a sparring match for? She could hawk a loogie with the best under normal circumstances. Maybe Cloud Bend's gravity would even work in her favor. Banking her flames, Urna instead focused her Will on the chemistry of her venom.
The power uncoiled not in her lungs but in her gut, tingling through her veins and shivering across her skin. Her tentacles rippled like grass in wind, but she directed her Will mouthwards through her throat. Harmless saliva, harmless mucus. Except with a nudge here, an application of Will there, the bitter taste of poison gathered on her tongue. Urna bared her teeth, threw her head back, and spat a gob of magical venom across the space towards Gabriel. Without so much as a pause to see if it landed, she whirled behind the cover of a tree trunk, trying to break his line of sight. Make him come to you.
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HP: 3/5
Rolling STRENGTH to try and hit Gabriel with venom spit. Effect: -1 HP if successful.
Rolling DEXTERITY to attempt to take cover against Gabriel's next attack. Success: she takes no damage from the next attack roll against her.