[He brings one of his hands to hover just above his solar plexus, beginning to trace another shape before him with two fingers. He's whisked Amelia elsewhere with a quick use of a teleport spell before, and it can certainly be done again if they're clever about it— and he believes the two of them incapable of being anything but.]
We can still slip past with a carefully-placed—
[Of course, it can hardly be that simple. Though they've kept still and quiet, the ogre stops in its tracks, ugly, overhanging brow furrowed as it lifts its head and sniffs the air with purpose, the oversized club it carries in one hand dragging against the ground and sending more scattered bones skittering across stone.
"I smell MEAT."
Sharply, it looks directly at them, as though Amelia had never even thought to shield them from sight— and when it begins to move, it is no longer lumbering forward, but racing, each footstep thundering and shaking the very corridor as it heads in their direction far more quickly than it had earlier.]
Looks like it's time for us to improvise, then!
[Another wave of his hand, and there are suddenly three more Gales surrounding them, all moving in unison as they each grab hold of their staves and prepare to charge forward to meet their foe.]
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We can still slip past with a carefully-placed—
[Of course, it can hardly be that simple. Though they've kept still and quiet, the ogre stops in its tracks, ugly, overhanging brow furrowed as it lifts its head and sniffs the air with purpose, the oversized club it carries in one hand dragging against the ground and sending more scattered bones skittering across stone.
"I smell MEAT."
Sharply, it looks directly at them, as though Amelia had never even thought to shield them from sight— and when it begins to move, it is no longer lumbering forward, but racing, each footstep thundering and shaking the very corridor as it heads in their direction far more quickly than it had earlier.]
Looks like it's time for us to improvise, then!
[Another wave of his hand, and there are suddenly three more Gales surrounding them, all moving in unison as they each grab hold of their staves and prepare to charge forward to meet their foe.]