['you' it says. does it know her? could it be another circumstance when a beast is actually a loved one nested deep down in its form? the scream of the man prior didn't sound like anyone she had met, but then again, it wasn't as if she was seeking beforehand. still, jinx keeps her hands up and stiff, ready to conjure... whatever else she can do, but instinctively shields her face with her arms when he bellows out the arcane.]
[the symbol stands entirely still, waiting for the reaper to swipe her away once and for all. but when she cracks open an eye, she finds herself still breathingโor at least, whatever oxygen her lungs are allowing for her to have. bewildered, the teenager peeks from behind her shoulder, witnessing whatever the creature attacked has now become nothing but a gruesome mess of itself. the creature saved her? then... then they're okay. or at the least, she believes so.]
[jinx bites the inside of her cheek, musing about what she would do next, only to have her legs respond instantly by dashing towards the creature. it isn't to charge at him to attack but to possibly huddle for protection. sure, she is basically a mage(?) now, however, to take cover behind or under something that is a lot stronger and larger than her seems like the logical thing to do.
so when she's close, jinx hunches over with her hands on her knees, winded, and blows a harsh cough. it feels as if her body is screeching at her to take a break, to give it a second to compose itself before doing any more magic. she can feel the inflammation throbbing at her wrists, and she pumps her hands in hope maybe doing so will ease the ache.]
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[the symbol stands entirely still, waiting for the reaper to swipe her away once and for all. but when she cracks open an eye, she finds herself still breathingโor at least, whatever oxygen her lungs are allowing for her to have. bewildered, the teenager peeks from behind her shoulder, witnessing whatever the creature attacked has now become nothing but a gruesome mess of itself. the creature saved her? then... then they're okay. or at the least, she believes so.]
[jinx bites the inside of her cheek, musing about what she would do next, only to have her legs respond instantly by dashing towards the creature. it isn't to charge at him to attack but to possibly huddle for protection. sure, she is basically a mage(?) now, however, to take cover behind or under something that is a lot stronger and larger than her seems like the logical thing to do.
so when she's close, jinx hunches over with her hands on her knees, winded, and blows a harsh cough. it feels as if her body is screeching at her to take a break, to give it a second to compose itself before doing any more magic. she can feel the inflammation throbbing at her wrists, and she pumps her hands in hope maybe doing so will ease the ache.]
Shit. โ This hurts.