[ She's not terribly annoyed to miss; it hadn't been much of an attack. She settles back again, squinting at him. ]
Talk less, and fight more.
[ That's followed by a low word of magic, sounding strange and spidery, and completely unsuited to the bear's throat. But it works nonetheless, and a deep, soupy fog begins to roll in. She waits precisely where she sits, counting on the fog to get thick enough to completely obscure her from him. ]
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Talk less, and fight more.
[ That's followed by a low word of magic, sounding strange and spidery, and completely unsuited to the bear's throat. But it works nonetheless, and a deep, soupy fog begins to roll in. She waits precisely where she sits, counting on the fog to get thick enough to completely obscure her from him. ]