[Byleth had heard them as well, and he made a snap decision to turn down a tunnel to their left. Behind them, it felt like a veritable army of fast-paced, multi-legged giants were on their tail, clicking and chittering with mandibles that could bite them in two if they were careless (was this how the space marines felt in Starship Troopers). Any mercenary would feel stressed or even panicked about their predicament. Not Byleth, no. He lifted D up higher, adjusting his grip so that his arm was wrapped around his belly instead, letting him dangle like a sack of potatoes instead of a shopping bag, and considered his next move.
...could he use Ragnarok, small as he was? Some lava wouldn't go amiss here.]
One moment.
[It was a tricky thing, charging a spell while moving, but Byleth had perfected that art long ago while most mages were content to prioritise magical strength over versatility by standing in place and trying not to get stabbed in the face. Once he had finished the wind up, quick and dirty as it was, he stopped abruptly, pivoted and flung his hand out, the spell igniting-!
Or- well. Not as dramatic as that. The loose soil sort of... broke apart and bubbling mud kind of oozed up from the cracks. A far cry from Ragnarok's usual cataclysmic eruption of molten rock and brimstone that would crack the land open like an egg. No. Just. Tiny little boiling mud puddle. Barely deep enough to drown a fly in. Oozing over the floor. Ominously.]
Hm.
[Even the encroaching ants had stopped, all of them staring at the bubbling mud puddle for a long moment.]
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[Byleth had heard them as well, and he made a snap decision to turn down a tunnel to their left. Behind them, it felt like a veritable army of fast-paced, multi-legged giants were on their tail, clicking and chittering with mandibles that could bite them in two if they were careless (was this how the space marines felt in Starship Troopers). Any mercenary would feel stressed or even panicked about their predicament. Not Byleth, no. He lifted D up higher, adjusting his grip so that his arm was wrapped around his belly instead, letting him dangle like a sack of potatoes instead of a shopping bag, and considered his next move.
...could he use Ragnarok, small as he was? Some lava wouldn't go amiss here.]
One moment.
[It was a tricky thing, charging a spell while moving, but Byleth had perfected that art long ago while most mages were content to prioritise magical strength over versatility by standing in place and trying not to get stabbed in the face. Once he had finished the wind up, quick and dirty as it was, he stopped abruptly, pivoted and flung his hand out, the spell igniting-!
Or- well. Not as dramatic as that. The loose soil sort of... broke apart and bubbling mud kind of oozed up from the cracks. A far cry from Ragnarok's usual cataclysmic eruption of molten rock and brimstone that would crack the land open like an egg. No. Just. Tiny little boiling mud puddle. Barely deep enough to drown a fly in. Oozing over the floor. Ominously.]
Hm.
[Even the encroaching ants had stopped, all of them staring at the bubbling mud puddle for a long moment.]
That was supposed to be bigger.