[Dorothea has found herself on more battlefields than she cares to count, yet the practiced calm she painstakingly learned upon them is eluding her in this moment. There are many things she could blame—her exhaustion, the lack of real clothing, disorientation after dragging herself out of a crystal—but the reasons aren’t important. She just needs to hold herself together long enough to get through this.
Her success in taking the amulet emboldens her, provides something to anchor herself to as she tries to keep her breathing from edging into panic. With the pair focused on each other for now, it gives her the clear opening she needs to get herself some distance. She pulls herself up against a large crystalline structure jutting from the ground a dozen paces away, hoping to keep herself out of harm's way.
With the amulet clutched tightly in one hand, she watches their battle begin in earnest. She may be safe for now, bit it’s feeling like an inevitability that she’ll be drawn into the conflict before long. Unarmed, she is at a disadvantage, but she has never needed to rely solely on steel to keep her safe. So she lifts her free hand, goes through the motions of spellcasting that are as familiar to her as breathing—and finds that nothing happens.
Oh, Saints.
She throws a panicked glance at the pair of combatants, making sure their battle doesn’t draw them too close.]
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Her success in taking the amulet emboldens her, provides something to anchor herself to as she tries to keep her breathing from edging into panic. With the pair focused on each other for now, it gives her the clear opening she needs to get herself some distance. She pulls herself up against a large crystalline structure jutting from the ground a dozen paces away, hoping to keep herself out of harm's way.
With the amulet clutched tightly in one hand, she watches their battle begin in earnest. She may be safe for now, bit it’s feeling like an inevitability that she’ll be drawn into the conflict before long. Unarmed, she is at a disadvantage, but she has never needed to rely solely on steel to keep her safe. So she lifts her free hand, goes through the motions of spellcasting that are as familiar to her as breathing—and finds that nothing happens.
Oh, Saints.
She throws a panicked glance at the pair of combatants, making sure their battle doesn’t draw them too close.]