She catches the bottle, hefts it a couple times to get the balance, and then turns to look at the form of Zagreus, flailying for a moment at the insects.
"He canna hit battah," she says, smiling, and then the bottle is thrown, with everything she has, straight at the chest. (Head might not be so good, but center of mass, yeah.) Along with it goes a prayer, although not a traditional one. Well, from her world.
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She catches the bottle, hefts it a couple times to get the balance, and then turns to look at the form of Zagreus, flailying for a moment at the insects.
"He canna hit battah," she says, smiling, and then the bottle is thrown, with everything she has, straight at the chest. (Head might not be so good, but center of mass, yeah.) Along with it goes a prayer, although not a traditional one. Well, from her world.
"Helm, please do not let me fuck this one up."