His wife's vines take care of a great deal of the ones in front of them, wrapping around many. A few are left prone as they're pulled to the grounds, but most are still moving slowly toward them. There is the sound behind them of some of the creatures slamming into the ice wall at their backs. The ice wall cracks at the sheer force.
His hand finds her own as he attempts to transvenio them away. However, while the black shadow and brimstone and gold appear, it stops as soon as it starts. He's used it too much, too often, and this world has decided to require him to wait before he can wield it again.
His voice is low with its rare worry: "Fuck."
One of the creatures escapes her vines and rushes at them, and Wrath responds instinctively by pulling Emilia to him, pressing them both against the sand as far as he can with him on top so he can catch the brunt of its teeth and the bulk of it.
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His hand finds her own as he attempts to transvenio them away. However, while the black shadow and brimstone and gold appear, it stops as soon as it starts. He's used it too much, too often, and this world has decided to require him to wait before he can wield it again.
His voice is low with its rare worry: "Fuck."
One of the creatures escapes her vines and rushes at them, and Wrath responds instinctively by pulling Emilia to him, pressing them both against the sand as far as he can with him on top so he can catch the brunt of its teeth and the bulk of it.