sweating bullets | TAKEOVER

[ninazu]

Her head dropped slightly as a her head felt as though something smacked the top of her cranium; she felt the beginnings of a migraine, and lifted a paw to rub one of her horns. She never used her electricity much for this exact reason, though she noticed, through squinted eyes, that she managed to slow the fleeing member down enough for Tide to get at the wolverine. The left side of her face began to pulse with pain, though, and she silently cursed herself for pulling out her best hat-trick at the beginning of the battle - now she'd need to continue fighting with this migraine slowly getting worse.

Pulling out a raspberry leaf from her bag, the druidic erudite chewed on it slowly; every movement of her jaw caused the agony in her face and brain to increase, but she knew better than to let her migraine worsen. She also supposed she should cancel the magic keeping the three balls of fire orbiting her, but she didn't want to expose herself to the cold and any Snowbounder that developed enough brain cells to attack her. With her small body and healing focus, she sucked at short-range combat; supplying cover fire and spotting weak points in the enemy's defenses was her forte, not brute force.

Limbs quivering with the aftermath of her lightning attack, she warily watched the fights to make sure the Pittians have everything covered. The moment her strength returned and someone got in trouble with an opponent, she'd ready another blast of lightning - or fire, at this point, she thought that seemed more feasible.

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