[The distraction is well-timed; the swam of butterflies keeps their foe unfocused as it can't seem to decide where to swing, raising a hand for another swat that does little more than pass through the swarm itself. With no time to waste, Gale lands himself on a ledge above the door they'd entered through, focusing his attention on the ground beneath the skeletal giant and raising a hand with spread, clawed fingers, palm facing the ceiling.
That movement seems to draw on the shadows themselves, as though pulling them up from the floor and forcing them to manifest into something more substantial; a large patch of floor beneath their foe looks as though it's covered in pitch until that same substance begins to form long, thick tendrils, black tentacles that reach upward and snake their way around the skeleton's ankles and tarsals, grasping at it. Confident that this will impede its movement, Gale is quick to follow up with a second spell. Fireball was a favorite among wizards for good reason, and the orb of flame he throws forward grows larger as it approaches its target— though even as it expands, the spell is sculpted to strike nothing but the skeleton itself, leaving Amelia's swarm of emerald butterflies untouched and unsinged, even as she'll be able to feel the heat of the flames.]
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That movement seems to draw on the shadows themselves, as though pulling them up from the floor and forcing them to manifest into something more substantial; a large patch of floor beneath their foe looks as though it's covered in pitch until that same substance begins to form long, thick tendrils, black tentacles that reach upward and snake their way around the skeleton's ankles and tarsals, grasping at it. Confident that this will impede its movement, Gale is quick to follow up with a second spell. Fireball was a favorite among wizards for good reason, and the orb of flame he throws forward grows larger as it approaches its target— though even as it expands, the spell is sculpted to strike nothing but the skeleton itself, leaving Amelia's swarm of emerald butterflies untouched and unsinged, even as she'll be able to feel the heat of the flames.]