"The hell, Bob," Mo sighs, and actually does stop to roll her eyes, but only for a fraction of a second. That's because she has to start playing right away, before the creature tries to consume the microwave whole.
Since there's definitely a tentacle reaching toward that aim.
Without stopping to warn anyone to cover their ears -- no time for that either, and they'll recover -- she plays. It's a Song of Immobilization, and at this point, Mo has enough skill to be able to focus it entirely onto non-human creatures in a five foot radius. Bob and Claire are safe (except for their ears, as like most magical songs it's cacophonous as all get-out) but Angleton's nearby collection of seamonkeys might not be.
About thirty seconds later the creature is holding still -- frozen, in fact -- and Mo's fingertips are only barely oozing blood. She doesn't notice.
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Since there's definitely a tentacle reaching toward that aim.
Without stopping to warn anyone to cover their ears -- no time for that either, and they'll recover -- she plays. It's a Song of Immobilization, and at this point, Mo has enough skill to be able to focus it entirely onto non-human creatures in a five foot radius. Bob and Claire are safe (except for their ears, as like most magical songs it's cacophonous as all get-out) but Angleton's nearby collection of seamonkeys might not be.
About thirty seconds later the creature is holding still -- frozen, in fact -- and Mo's fingertips are only barely oozing blood. She doesn't notice.
"Um," says Claire. "I'm sorry --"
"It's not your fault," replies Mo.