[ Lucretia cries out, clapping her hands to her ears and doubling over. She drops her staff to the ground as she does, and immediately snatches it up again, but not before the fire from their combined spells creeps too close, singeing its side. ]
Look what you did!
[ Her beautiful staff. But instead of being shocked or devastated, instead of wanting to retreat and mourn the damage or try to mend it as best she can, all she is is angry. Rage boils up inside her, hot and liquid, and there's only one way to channel it.
Fuck this third-level spell crap. She blasts him with Circle of Death, screaming as she does. ]
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Look what you did!
[ Her beautiful staff. But instead of being shocked or devastated, instead of wanting to retreat and mourn the damage or try to mend it as best she can, all she is is angry. Rage boils up inside her, hot and liquid, and there's only one way to channel it.
Fuck this third-level spell crap. She blasts him with Circle of Death, screaming as she does. ]
You ruin everything!