Yes, the brofist seemed to miss and Rose let a breath of relief venture past her lips.
It was an odd occurrence, a prince and seer taking the field together. Yet, here she was, aiding the boy in the best position she could: from afar.
The torrent of air mixed with the flames, dispersing or calming itself with the force Rose was exerting with her hands. She guided the make-shift tornado, until the spell's time ticked away, ceasing the gusts that battered the giant's body as well as the swordsman.
"Body parts, Strider. Weaken one at a time," She advised rather loudly, the heavy book beginning to get annoying as she attempted to run across the opening field, dodging a few attacks here and there to get to a closer view point.
"He can not touch what he can not see," Rose called out, molding her hands in some ninja formation to rip the very spell from her book once more. A giant, toxic purple bubble floating above her. This would take some time, though.
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It was an odd occurrence, a prince and seer taking the field together. Yet, here she was, aiding the boy in the best position she could: from afar.
The torrent of air mixed with the flames, dispersing or calming itself with the force Rose was exerting with her hands. She guided the make-shift tornado, until the spell's time ticked away, ceasing the gusts that battered the giant's body as well as the swordsman.
"Body parts, Strider. Weaken one at a time," She advised rather loudly, the heavy book beginning to get annoying as she attempted to run across the opening field, dodging a few attacks here and there to get to a closer view point.
"He can not touch what he can not see," Rose called out, molding her hands in some ninja formation to rip the very spell from her book once more. A giant, toxic purple bubble floating above her. This would take some time, though.