Emilia does not sense these creatures as well as Wrath does, but there is a faint vibration in the ground under her that suggests movement —
His timing cannot be overstated.
A mere second before he transvenios them away, something sharp and unyielding very nearly sinks into her calf. Though it fails to, its jagged edge does scrape her leg to create a surface wound, the dizzying sensation of Wrath's teleporting magic almost dulling that brief moment of pain, but not quite.
When she looks back, she sees what wounded her: a creature with arm-rows of blades at either of its sides, sleek enough to move relatively fast, scattering ice crystals as it goes.
A long, vine-like whip covered in oversized thorns lashes out from her in an attempt to grapple.
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His timing cannot be overstated.
A mere second before he transvenios them away, something sharp and unyielding very nearly sinks into her calf. Though it fails to, its jagged edge does scrape her leg to create a surface wound, the dizzying sensation of Wrath's teleporting magic almost dulling that brief moment of pain, but not quite.
When she looks back, she sees what wounded her: a creature with arm-rows of blades at either of its sides, sleek enough to move relatively fast, scattering ice crystals as it goes.
A long, vine-like whip covered in oversized thorns lashes out from her in an attempt to grapple.