[There he is. There he is. Her hand drops away from her face as she lashes out again--and as if thrown, not-so-little balls of flame follow, streaking towards Balin.
That strange cloud she didn't notice until too late, when her next breath burned like the fire had turned against her. The mangled stump of her arm had begun to glow with regenerative light, but the light quenched into an ugly blackness, as if the limb were turning necrotic. The hell raven gags on the next breath after that--and the next after that, coughing a substance between inflamed tissue and blood.
She backwinged away from the cloud, uncertain what to make of this strange smoke.]
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That strange cloud she didn't notice until too late, when her next breath burned like the fire had turned against her. The mangled stump of her arm had begun to glow with regenerative light, but the light quenched into an ugly blackness, as if the limb were turning necrotic. The hell raven gags on the next breath after that--and the next after that, coughing a substance between inflamed tissue and blood.
She backwinged away from the cloud, uncertain what to make of this strange smoke.]