[Waver hesitates, but the fight goes on. Spotting an opening, one of the twisted Unseelie descends with the illusion masking the casting of a wicked spell.]
Coming through!
[The fae lifts their head only to be taken out by a blackish-reddish blur of a man swinging his scythe at full force. The fae goes flying like a hockey puck and slams into a pillar with an unfortunate crunch, but that's the price of being in a dark fantasy scene. Amal, for his part, looks like this is not his first time using pixies as props.
He spins his scythe and glances around for any other opportunistic little creatures. Satisfied for the moment, he turns to Waver.]
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Coming through!
[The fae lifts their head only to be taken out by a blackish-reddish blur of a man swinging his scythe at full force. The fae goes flying like a hockey puck and slams into a pillar with an unfortunate crunch, but that's the price of being in a dark fantasy scene. Amal, for his part, looks like this is not his first time using pixies as props.
He spins his scythe and glances around for any other opportunistic little creatures. Satisfied for the moment, he turns to Waver.]
Sorry I'm late. You all right?