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Dr. Lance Sweets ([personal profile] lifetothefullest) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs 2018-04-07 05:33 am (UTC)

[Well, at least it was a distraction. Sort of.

It's a little strange, honestly, because Lance likes animals, and for a moment the Visitor almost just seems like one; swiping and snapping at the fire is almost reminiscent of a dog playing with a sprinkler, only a completely messed up alternate reality version involving a skeleton and fire.

But the weirdness is not that important right now, because what's important is that the spell was not a particularly effective deterrent and if Lance is going to have time to get into the partially collapsed building he's going to have to think of something else quick. He doesn't know how many more time he can cast something, having never really tested his limits, and his injuries are definitely not helping his concentration; his leg is shaking as he tries to will it not to give out, and although adrenaline is dampening the pain he's still starting to feel it.

But he's close to the damaged building now, gaze still fixed on the Visitor as it approaches, trying to formulate another plan. He can use shield again to protect himself while actually trying to get through the rubble, but he still has to have opportunity to safely turn his back on the Visitor to even start climbing through, and that's assuming there's a 'through' at all.

So he needs to distract the Visitor again, but he's not sure how; if this were a person or something that seemed to feel pain he'd have a few dirty tricks to try, but he has to rely on sheer physical damage to deal with this creature and he's pretty out of options for that. A brief glance again at his surroundings leads him to spotting Michael, still on the ground a distance away, and for a brief moment Lance wonders if maybe something aimed at him would draw the Visitor off, but dismisses the idea immediately after; sure, it might work, but that's a line he's not going to cross.

But that--combined with the thought about dogs--does give him an idea, and it takes very little concentration or effort to try it; Lance summons a small ball of fire into his hand, and immediately tosses it off toward the side. It's too much to hope the Visitor wants to play fetch, but maybe it'll distract it for a second or two.]

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