Vincent’s look hardens to meet Derrica’s in aside. He’s not much taller than her, all told, friction discreet in this little pocket between octopus hell and burning-full-of-enemy-combatants hell. What?
The first Imperial soldier back on the scene is enough to break the tension. If Rovente waits to lock his sword up out of its swaggering tilt until the gentleman with the broadsword is bolstered in his charge for the party by a scorched pair of stragglers in heavier armor, well. It’s been a long day, they’ve already killed plenty of foot soldiers
and there is the spectacle of a giant octopus having the everloving shit electrocuted out of it to watch.
Already pale tentacles pulse shock white in the throes of Derrica’s spell, crystals cracked and split where lightning takes root through twisting flesh. It thrashes and contorts and sinks bubbling below the surface; the net sways with the release of the sea monster’s weight sloughing out of its slope.
The giant octopus -- when it boils sloppily up out of the water onto their position on dry land a beat later -- now seethes a bloody, murderous crimson.
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The first Imperial soldier back on the scene is enough to break the tension. If Rovente waits to lock his sword up out of its swaggering tilt until the gentleman with the broadsword is bolstered in his charge for the party by a scorched pair of stragglers in heavier armor, well. It’s been a long day, they’ve already killed plenty of foot soldiers
and there is the spectacle of a giant octopus having the everloving shit electrocuted out of it to watch.
Already pale tentacles pulse shock white in the throes of Derrica’s spell, crystals cracked and split where lightning takes root through twisting flesh. It thrashes and contorts and sinks bubbling below the surface; the net sways with the release of the sea monster’s weight sloughing out of its slope.
The giant octopus -- when it boils sloppily up out of the water onto their position on dry land a beat later -- now seethes a bloody, murderous crimson.