[Well. If she's going to attack anyone who talks to her unprovoked, she's a clear and present danger to the whole town.]
Ahright'en, bitch. No Mr. Nice Guy today.
[Rising from his cover, Balin manifests his Tabula in one swift motion of his hand. The glowing, almost holographic "tablet" has one big element flickering and shimmering on it:]
[Balin punches his Tabula-armed hand out toward Utsuho. For a brief moment, the air around Balin (and Utusuho) changes, as if it were full of static electricity. And then, a thick bolt of Lightning shoots out of Balin's hand, right for the hell raven—with a thunderclap loud enough to stun even non-human creatures.]
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Ahright'en, bitch. No Mr. Nice Guy today.
[Rising from his cover, Balin manifests his Tabula in one swift motion of his hand. The glowing, almost holographic "tablet" has one big element flickering and shimmering on it:]
[Balin punches his Tabula-armed hand out toward Utsuho. For a brief moment, the air around Balin (and Utusuho) changes, as if it were full of static electricity. And then, a thick bolt of Lightning shoots out of Balin's hand, right for the hell raven—with a thunderclap loud enough to stun even non-human creatures.]