[While his mirror images have no physical weight to lend to their assault, they do serve the excellent purpose of slowing the ogre's advance, drawing its attention in different directions as they surround it. It won't last long, he knows; they won't smell like anything to a predator who's chosen to follow its nose, but it should be enough to buy both him and Amelia some time to quite literally work their magic.
Amelia's approach is unsurprisingly clever, and Gale glances back at her over his shoulder to flash a smile of approval as she reshapes the very corridor itself, the disruption enough to cause the ogre to drop its club and stumble forward, passing through one of his mirror images and causing it to disappear from view.]
Much appreciated!
[Time for him to follow up! His past experience with ogres tells him this is not the place to hold back; their resistance to magic means that a more potent spell will go further. He proceeds to wave both hands as if to shape the very space between them, a brilliant red glow beginning to pulse between his palms before he thrusts both hands forward and sends that wave of force outward, towards their foe, with his two remaining mirrors following suit.]
Dissolutum!
[The ogre lets out a snarl of pain as sheer force causes it to stumble back the way it had come from, and while it does appear to be injured, it seems fueled by anger more than anything. It rallies, grabbing its club once more and swinging broadly, causing another of Gale's images to vanish once its weapon passes through.]
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Amelia's approach is unsurprisingly clever, and Gale glances back at her over his shoulder to flash a smile of approval as she reshapes the very corridor itself, the disruption enough to cause the ogre to drop its club and stumble forward, passing through one of his mirror images and causing it to disappear from view.]
Much appreciated!
[Time for him to follow up! His past experience with ogres tells him this is not the place to hold back; their resistance to magic means that a more potent spell will go further. He proceeds to wave both hands as if to shape the very space between them, a brilliant red glow beginning to pulse between his palms before he thrusts both hands forward and sends that wave of force outward, towards their foe, with his two remaining mirrors following suit.]
Dissolutum!
[The ogre lets out a snarl of pain as sheer force causes it to stumble back the way it had come from, and while it does appear to be injured, it seems fueled by anger more than anything. It rallies, grabbing its club once more and swinging broadly, causing another of Gale's images to vanish once its weapon passes through.]