[ As Adra's barriers are static, they're not much use in racing through this gauntlet. He keeps his head down and his teeth gritted as he moves, as he struggles to hold in the near-constant urge to sneeze. A glop of sticky slime splats onto his shoulder, drips unpleasantly down his back and chest. He groans aloud, but that just causes him to breathe in more of the itchy pollen and all of this is the. worst.
Wind from the activated trap buffets against him, and he fights to keep his balance--as well as his temper. ]
Enough.
[ He calls fire to his hands, and burns the ground around them as they go, melting the trails of goo smeared across the floor. He hears the aellos buzzing, louder and angrier, as they race forward--and then he hears the buzz almost directly in his ear, as he and Gil come face to face with one of the fully mature insects. ]
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Wind from the activated trap buffets against him, and he fights to keep his balance--as well as his temper. ]
Enough.
[ He calls fire to his hands, and burns the ground around them as they go, melting the trails of goo smeared across the floor. He hears the aellos buzzing, louder and angrier, as they race forward--and then he hears the buzz almost directly in his ear, as he and Gil come face to face with one of the fully mature insects. ]
Damn--