Date: 2011-08-14 02:06 am (UTC)
It looked like Chernabog there was just about finished with making his little toy. He didn't utter a sound as he threw the thing, either. It simply flew at them, and it was quicker than Koios had expected.

"Hang on to your Spine," he told her. In one swift movement, sand moved to cover their feet, locking them in place as the disk shot to the side and out of the ball's trajectory. Unlike the previous lances, however, this one didn't simply fade once the attack failed. No, this one altered its path, turning around and following them.
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