Metea: A few steps further up
Metea had eyes on the arc of Otiroth's flames. It didn't so much matter that he missed- she liked it all the same!
Fire was... so intriguing. She was quite enamored of it, though to be fair, she was harder to burn than most...
Blackish energy crackled at her fingertips. She knew Carthum likely would not be pleased by this, but... this was life or death, was it not? And she did not particularly feel like trying her luck with a crossbow when there were people between her and the target.
A bolt of crackling energy sparked from her fingertips- like lightning, but a bolt that followed no particular pattern, no arc, though its goal was ultimately upon the suit of armor...
<Spellcasting: Eldritch blast. 24 for attack roll, 9 for damage>
Metea had eyes on the arc of Otiroth's flames. It didn't so much matter that he missed- she liked it all the same!
Fire was... so intriguing. She was quite enamored of it, though to be fair, she was harder to burn than most...
Blackish energy crackled at her fingertips. She knew Carthum likely would not be pleased by this, but... this was life or death, was it not? And she did not particularly feel like trying her luck with a crossbow when there were people between her and the target.
A bolt of crackling energy sparked from her fingertips- like lightning, but a bolt that followed no particular pattern, no arc, though its goal was ultimately upon the suit of armor...
<Spellcasting: Eldritch blast. 24 for attack roll, 9 for damage>