Aria stumbles backwards, away from Eldariel and the wolf...but then abruptly freezes in place. Her breath puffs out in a chill fog, even though the air is far too warm for that. The words sound as old and dry as the yellowed, crumbling pages of an ancient tome.
And as before, something shimmering a pallid greenish light and shaped roughly like a long, skeletal arm and hand, lunged out of her body and raked at the wolf. Though the hooked fingers passes through its flesh without resistance, they leave marks that glow momentarily before fading...and the wolf drops as if pierced by a crossbow as the phantom limb vanishes back within Aria.
(Magic Missile! Minimum damage is 2...I shan't bother rolling if its HP are only 1.
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And as before, something shimmering a pallid greenish light and shaped roughly like a long, skeletal arm and hand, lunged out of her body and raked at the wolf. Though the hooked fingers passes through its flesh without resistance, they leave marks that glow momentarily before fading...and the wolf drops as if pierced by a crossbow as the phantom limb vanishes back within Aria.
(Magic Missile! Minimum damage is 2...I shan't bother rolling if its HP are only 1.
