[ Look at all these haters, Hawke don't even care. ]
Of course. [ She turns about, scanning the area until she spots a promising log. ] There.
[ Stabbing her staff into the soft ground to help keep herself grounded as she pulls together the spell -- the air around them practically fills with some unseen energy, the sort that makes hairs on the back of necks stand up -- and, after a gesture towards the log to focus it, she turns her hand palm up and raises her arm, as if lifting something. The log fidgets, then gets yanked upwards, along with some smaller rocks, bits of debris, very suddenly.
Of course, this only reveals what she's chosen is actually a-- ]
Ohhh, not a log. So not a log.
[ Nope. That's an alligator. A large one. Now thrashing around in the air wildly.
no subject
Of course. [ She turns about, scanning the area until she spots a promising log. ] There.
[ Stabbing her staff into the soft ground to help keep herself grounded as she pulls together the spell -- the air around them practically fills with some unseen energy, the sort that makes hairs on the back of necks stand up -- and, after a gesture towards the log to focus it, she turns her hand palm up and raises her arm, as if lifting something. The log fidgets, then gets yanked upwards, along with some smaller rocks, bits of debris, very suddenly.
Of course, this only reveals what she's chosen is actually a-- ]
Ohhh, not a log. So not a log.
[ Nope. That's an alligator. A large one. Now thrashing around in the air wildly.
Well then.
Uh. In her defense, it looked like a log. ]