[ Adra hears the watery hissing in his ear right before it happens. He whips 'round on his heel, a barrier spell at the ready, but that won't do any good against the sudden sphere of water surrounding him, encompassing him. His eyes widen as he's completely enveloped; he struggles, to no avail; the celaeno's body adjusts itself to accommodate Adra's vain efforts, leaving him stuck.
It is not good to be the King. ]
Light take you--
[ But then he notices: the celaeno doesn't have its armor. It's vulnerable. Now's the time to strike, no matter the consequences. He batters his prison, splashing water onto himself and the marble floor. His mouth forms the word 'Attack'. ]
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It is not good to be the King. ]
Light take you--
[ But then he notices: the celaeno doesn't have its armor. It's vulnerable. Now's the time to strike, no matter the consequences. He batters his prison, splashing water onto himself and the marble floor. His mouth forms the word 'Attack'. ]