[In that moment, an identical collection of the chains binding Tempest snap up from the ground around Koltira, taking advantage of his hunching in an attempt to pin him to the ground. Its unclear at which point Seviilia arrived, but the snow around her is frozen to a solid path of ice in a long winding trail behind her, and her muscles are tense in expectation. Her axes are drawn.
Her expression wafts between something resembling anger and resignation. This was her fault.
Her eyes slide to Tempest briefly -- she is all business. The spell will not hold Koltira for long (if at all) and she is not armored.]
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Her expression wafts between something resembling anger and resignation. This was her fault.
Her eyes slide to Tempest briefly -- she is all business. The spell will not hold Koltira for long (if at all) and she is not armored.]
The spell is frost. Melt it. Run.
[She would follow after she did her duty here.]