[O-ho a skeptic. Her favourite kind of foreigner, excuse her. She gives him a deeply sardonic look and then points at a nearby rock. It's a poor, innocuous thing, doing nothing more offensive than lying inert on the hard-baked desert sand.
And then it explodes.
She deflects any oncoming shards with a hard light half-sphere. Magical kinetic barriers. They're a thing.
no subject
And then it explodes.
She deflects any oncoming shards with a hard light half-sphere. Magical kinetic barriers. They're a thing.
Her expression, please note, is very smug.]