[ Akua released a curse in Lower Miezan -- her own language -- a biting thing with Frustration, though it's clear the monster has now elevated itself from "easy" to "nuisance". ]
Of course it can. It wasn't enough for it to be a mere beast, it has to be a bother as well.
[ She said it, derisively, but she's already looking to the west, her eyes narrowed, as she followed the lingering trails of... something. Her head dipped, as she nodded. ]
I can hold it. Just be ready to kill the thing before it creates yet another ability to slip our traps, hm? [ That's...mostly a joke. ] Now that I know to anticipate it, I will keep it from moving next time.
[ She can hold it, or she can blow it up, apparently. Creating a weave to lock it down would be something she could do, or she could do the other, but not the both of them. Typical mages.
She crept along, her feet silent, and the whisper of a promise of death and magic made her feet silent as she started off toward the creature, and she dipped behind another bush when she got close, to let her weave drop, and she began to cast. Her lips do not move, no hand motions, but those letters started to appear yet again, this time at the creature's feet, above its head, they moved in fast -- slippery though they were, like a chain that caught the creature, and lifted it, and started to compress the space it inhabited.
It could try to move, but the box was set, the workable space only That -- and The box was collapsing. It soon could move no further, like the creature had been... shrink-wrapped into reality itself. ]
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Of course it can. It wasn't enough for it to be a mere beast, it has to be a bother as well.
[ She said it, derisively, but she's already looking to the west, her eyes narrowed, as she followed the lingering trails of... something. Her head dipped, as she nodded. ]
I can hold it. Just be ready to kill the thing before it creates yet another ability to slip our traps, hm? [ That's...mostly a joke. ] Now that I know to anticipate it, I will keep it from moving next time.
[ She can hold it, or she can blow it up, apparently. Creating a weave to lock it down would be something she could do, or she could do the other, but not the both of them. Typical mages.
She crept along, her feet silent, and the whisper of a promise of death and magic made her feet silent as she started off toward the creature, and she dipped behind another bush when she got close, to let her weave drop, and she began to cast. Her lips do not move, no hand motions, but those letters started to appear yet again, this time at the creature's feet, above its head, they moved in fast -- slippery though they were, like a chain that caught the creature, and lifted it, and started to compress the space it inhabited.
It could try to move, but the box was set, the workable space only That -- and The box was collapsing. It soon could move no further, like the creature had been... shrink-wrapped into reality itself. ]