Aug 10, 2020 11:50 am
Nemaín was slow to react to the alarm going off. It wasn't that she didn't know what an alarm was, just that she wasn't sure why it should pertain to her. When everyone around her reacted as if they were in an emergency Nemaín could honestly say she was surprised. It took her several beats longer than the others to follow. Luckily, her enhanced nature made it easy to catch up with her apparent companions.
She still wasn't sure why they all cared about the fate of the gemstone store. Perhaps it was simply because she was new to the way things were done here. A hero, like Morrigan or the other elite hero's of this world, saved the world. Why should they be acting as security for someone foolish enough not to protect their wares.
Or perhaps... this was something beginners needed to do. Nemaín was no beginner, at least not in her own mind, so the idea that this was something basic grated at her.
"This is child's play" she scoffed, loud enough for everyone to hear "Give me a moment"
Lines of power, radiating a pinkish hue, raced across her exposed skin as she activated her magic. The feeling, as always, was exhilarating. Her body felt light, strong, and her focus was thrown into sharp relief. The Celtic lattice and runes etched on her body and face at once beutiful and terrifying. Her eyes too, took on a a glowing aspect.
She crossed the room quickly, a cocky smirk on her face, and came in low with a devastating haymaker.
She still wasn't sure why they all cared about the fate of the gemstone store. Perhaps it was simply because she was new to the way things were done here. A hero, like Morrigan or the other elite hero's of this world, saved the world. Why should they be acting as security for someone foolish enough not to protect their wares.
Or perhaps... this was something beginners needed to do. Nemaín was no beginner, at least not in her own mind, so the idea that this was something basic grated at her.
"This is child's play" she scoffed, loud enough for everyone to hear "Give me a moment"
Lines of power, radiating a pinkish hue, raced across her exposed skin as she activated her magic. The feeling, as always, was exhilarating. Her body felt light, strong, and her focus was thrown into sharp relief. The Celtic lattice and runes etched on her body and face at once beutiful and terrifying. Her eyes too, took on a a glowing aspect.
She crossed the room quickly, a cocky smirk on her face, and came in low with a devastating haymaker.
OOC:
Making an attack with Fighting. Let me know if I rolled incorrectly, still learning the systemRolls
Attack: Fighting - (1d20+10)
(2) + 10 = 12