[If it had been literally any other situation than the present one and he'd pulled some kind of 'Divine Retribution' rubbish, she most likely would have laughed. Those two words coming out of his mouth made about as much sense as it would have for Nepione to express some kind of joy over the harming of another person. He sounded ridiculous, but she understood exactly what he was doing—drawing attention off of her because unlike him, she didn't have the same agility. He was far better suited for such matters. Wiry and graceful, Astarion was, much to her dismay, often very eye-catching.
For obvious reasons, she made certain not to tell him as much. He certainly never would have let her live it down if she had.
She took what he offered her so prettily, however. As he regained attention (and perhaps some confusion, provided the undead were even capable of such things), she used that opportunity to conjure a flame of warm radiance, which she propelled from her hiding space, slamming a Guiding Bolt into one scribe who shrieked in an eerie wail as he crumpled down into a mess of...
Well. She would have likened it to something like dust with a bit more weight. Magic was not usually nearly as flashy, but for all that she could have simply slammed the spiked end of a mace into the gaunt jaw of a zombie, she didn't exactly care to. Bloodletting was not her favourite pastime and she couldn't have claimed she was particularly good at it.]
Astarion, be careful—
[She didn't need to say it, but it warranted repeating. It wasn't just the zombies, after all, that he had be watch out for. It was also anything she might have done. In retrospect, they were the least likely to cohesively work together. She represented so much of what put him at a grave disadvantage.]
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Date: 2023-12-11 06:16 pm (UTC)For obvious reasons, she made certain not to tell him as much. He certainly never would have let her live it down if she had.
She took what he offered her so prettily, however. As he regained attention (and perhaps some confusion, provided the undead were even capable of such things), she used that opportunity to conjure a flame of warm radiance, which she propelled from her hiding space, slamming a Guiding Bolt into one scribe who shrieked in an eerie wail as he crumpled down into a mess of...
Well. She would have likened it to something like dust with a bit more weight. Magic was not usually nearly as flashy, but for all that she could have simply slammed the spiked end of a mace into the gaunt jaw of a zombie, she didn't exactly care to. Bloodletting was not her favourite pastime and she couldn't have claimed she was particularly good at it.]
Astarion, be careful—
[She didn't need to say it, but it warranted repeating. It wasn't just the zombies, after all, that he had be watch out for. It was also anything she might have done. In retrospect, they were the least likely to cohesively work together. She represented so much of what put him at a grave disadvantage.]