[ Akua's eyes followed him for as long as his motions moved within her range, but when he took off, she breathed out, and focused herself on the demon, to containing this corruption that ached to find itself in a new reality where it could corrupt the very ground that it walked on, the very air around it. Her fingers moved, and she tried to compress it again, the form of it started to warp, and compress, like it was being condensed into a smaller and smaller form.
It was gruesome, in a way.
Meanwhile, Amos's eyes were true, and there was a version of Akua with a necklace, her own spellcasting interrupted by Amos's attempt to barrel right into him.
Her hands outstretched, she tried to stop him, her own force against his manipulation of gravity, her lips peeled back in feral anger, her laugh high and shrill as she promised death upon his head and suffering of untold ages if he took it from her.
After all, the necklace that he was reaching for, that his fingers clasped around the metal chain to, contained Akua Sahelian's very soul. ]
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It was gruesome, in a way.
Meanwhile, Amos's eyes were true, and there was a version of Akua with a necklace, her own spellcasting interrupted by Amos's attempt to barrel right into him.
Her hands outstretched, she tried to stop him, her own force against his manipulation of gravity, her lips peeled back in feral anger, her laugh high and shrill as she promised death upon his head and suffering of untold ages if he took it from her.
After all, the necklace that he was reaching for, that his fingers clasped around the metal chain to, contained Akua Sahelian's very soul. ]