Nalvis grabs his axe in both hands and puts all his might into a swing to chop the legs off of the closest spider.
OOC: roll: 85
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Disgusted by the assault by the arachnids, Mekric bludgeons with her staff, attempting to knock the spiders away.
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[sblock=Sequence of Attack]Arbrine intends to grip the closest spider with both hands and focus all of her strange power into burning this critter to ashes.
OOC: Heat: roll 95/ 75
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Vik lets out a loud, unintelligible noise, almost like a roar, at the frustration of dealing with this spider. If the pesky thing were not so quick and unimaginable strong for a creature whose leg radius was just under a stride. Forsaking his attempts to hit the pest, he decides to see if he can pull it from his body and fling it away, though it does not hurt the spider.Nalvis smells the roasting spider and knows Arbrine has been using her magic. Before, when they were happy at home with their parents, he feared for his sister over this power. He heard them tell Arbrine over and again how she can not let anyone outside the family know about what she can do. Now he understands that this is a part of her, and it can help them avenge their blood debt.
"Not today, creatures," Nalvis says and swings his axe again.
OOC: roll: 72
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