Yeah, if she had to guess where the weapon had gotten to - if she looked deep down in her heart and asked where she least wanted it to be - in a puddle of steaming monster blood a few feet from a monster is exactly the place.
Thankfully, from the way that torn off leg seemed to just dissolve into fluid, maybe they'll be able to tear these monsters down to size without risking the flame approach.
Joanna pulls her jacket over her head, the better to protect it from scrabbling arms, and dashes in to get a hand on the bowling ball. Her own mild telekinesis isn't enough to really lift it, but it's enough to start the bowl rolling toward her grasp. She does her best to get both hands on it, and swing it up and around at any arms reaching her way.
"Fius! A small sword, please!" She calls out - knowing the companion might not be able to do it in the midst of battle, but worth asking anyway.
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Thankfully, from the way that torn off leg seemed to just dissolve into fluid, maybe they'll be able to tear these monsters down to size without risking the flame approach.
Joanna pulls her jacket over her head, the better to protect it from scrabbling arms, and dashes in to get a hand on the bowling ball. Her own mild telekinesis isn't enough to really lift it, but it's enough to start the bowl rolling toward her grasp. She does her best to get both hands on it, and swing it up and around at any arms reaching her way.
"Fius! A small sword, please!" She calls out - knowing the companion might not be able to do it in the midst of battle, but worth asking anyway.