Snippet #2657335

The Winged woman was talking again.

Skies above she really did like to hear herself talk.

Even worse, she was talking to Rasteva, something about their hearing needing to be fixed. The Daemon was unsure, they had barely any time to react before she fluttered off again. Creaking in mild annoyance, the Daemon had barely the sense to registerwhat the Flaming Woman was saying again, she was still shouting, and angry. Rasteva felt it would simply be best to ignore her for the time being, perhaps she'd burn herself out.

Funny.

What wasn't funny was that it started to rain, and then storm, and then...Snow? The Daemon tilted their head back, staring up at where the Winged Woman was fluttering. She seemed to be conjuring the storm in question, and the Daemon felt their irritation beginning to pick up again. Rasteva moved to stand, their bulk casting a wide shadow over everyone nearby as they continued to stare upwards. "What is she doing NOW?" The query had barely left the Daemon before an invisible force slammed into them. Rasteva was shoved backwards forcibly, snow and dirt kicking up as the Daemon left a massive trail in their wake. Attempting to right themselves, the armored figure made a low groaning sound as they tried to push back against the force, wind and sleet howling around them.

And then as suddenly as the storm had started, it stopped.

And so did the invisible force.

Finding themselves pushing against nothing, the Daemon toppled forward, landing face first on the ground. Their impact sent a tremor throughout the arena, as tiles and dust were loosened from the ground and sent flying. The dust settled and Rasteva was still laying face first on the ground, their voice echoing out loudly.

"She didn't have to do that."