Black wings soared through the sky above her, taunting her. Two—no, make that three—shots fired from her staff, and the pesky raven still flew just
out of range with expert precision.
Filia was no Archer, that much was for certain.
She was, however, a mage. And her quarry, some monstrously-sized avian, was the fiend responsible for not only breaking a tavern window, but also for both attacking her in the midst of a meal and the theft of one grilled salmon. The first fresh catch she'd had since entering the game, one might add.
Thus, she was perfectly justified for evening the playing field when she pulled a skull out of her inventory—which, seconds later—flew through the air with a petrifying screech just before promptly exploding on her target in what was not
a horrendous display of overkill.
It would only be after that she would notice the blood moon in the sky, as well as the growing chaos in the city around her. Instantly, she realized she was late to yet another event, and on top of that had probably missed out on the chance to join the assault team, where her skillset may have provided a bit more use.
Which meant she was on defense. Again.
But, hey, there was probably
going to be some feast of some sort later, right? So perhaps she'd get some dinner out of all this anyway. At least she hoped so, fighting down the street past panicked civilians and through a couple small-fry chasing after them as she made her way to the town gates, where the majority of the cities defenders had gathered.
Upon approaching the group, the girl made a playful salute, placing one hand on her hip as she raised up the other with a cheery smile, "Filia, Caster DPS reporting for duty and ready to kick some monster butt! Don't suppose anyone could throw me an invite?"
Health Remaining: 88% Necrotic Bomb
used. 4/5 Uses Remaining.@alura @aubade @cogni @asura @hachiman