[ What she summoned was not Catherine, always on her mind, but something more powerful, and yet easily missed. She had plenty of options, but what she chose was something that the sand created -- a crow, that dove and took the bullet -- or rather it should have. It seemed to not exist at all, really, or rather, it seemed to be an endless void, Darkness Incarnate, and it cawed, before it landed on her shoulder.
Akua laughed, and lifted her hand, and the thing -- whatever it was made of -- it would burn, and she started to light it on fire with a quick spell, and a few steps back. The crow cawed, and it rumbled, echoed, and she started to cast something.
It was not immediate, whatever she was doing, but it's obvious she's pulling from a well of... something. Not just magic, if the knowing look in the Crow's eyes says anything.
Amos had better rush in, and take her before she finishes! ]
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Akua laughed, and lifted her hand, and the thing -- whatever it was made of -- it would burn, and she started to light it on fire with a quick spell, and a few steps back. The crow cawed, and it rumbled, echoed, and she started to cast something.
It was not immediate, whatever she was doing, but it's obvious she's pulling from a well of... something. Not just magic, if the knowing look in the Crow's eyes says anything.
Amos had better rush in, and take her before she finishes! ]