<blockquote><div><cite>Kruft wrote:</cite>"Ohhh....fuck it!" Placing it on the ground, he kneels down, brings his fist up...and stops. ((Bwaaaaaa ha ha. Had you there for a second.)) "No, that'll never work..." Glancing over to Ptricia he growled and thrust his arm out. His palm began glowing a silvery colour and a thread extending from it attached itself to Ptricia, and lifted her up in the air. He floated her over with a concentrated glare before gently placing her in the sand pool and severing the thread. Stumbling backwards from the power of the spell he just used he fell backwards onto the ground and watched Ptricia through half-closed eyes.<br/>OOC: Hope that's better.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>OOC: Much. Anything that doesn't involve repainting the walls is good. BTW, if I've set up a situation, I will always have provided at least one way to fix it. They may be hidden in the middle of previous posts, but they will be there.<br/><br/>The white wolf's actions are barely in time. Ptricia lands on the sand, already coughing up blood that drools out of the side of her mouth and nostrils. Her eyes are half lidded and glazed. Then the philosophers stone, only a foot in front of her head, starts glowing with polychromatic light, and shooting off rays that show bands of changing, rippling colour in ways that should have physics going 'Hang on a minute...?'.<br/><br/>The sphinx pushes herself up on her forepaws, clumsily at first, but with ever increasing strength. The writing in her belly is ever more frantic, but her eyes are now focussed, and her expression is calm. She comes up on all fours, and as beams of controlled magical energy sweep across her face like searchlights, they wipe away the blood and drool like a TV advert for kitchen cleaner.<br/><br/>"Thanks Chris... I can take it from here!" She screeches out a feline warcry, wings held high, and declaims. "Foul spell, you have caused enough misery! Prepare to be destroyed!" Her mantle tip hand scoops up the staff, and slams the base into the sand. "You shall not not pass...!"<br/><br/>She strains, and glimmers of polychromatic light leak from between her gritted teeth and from her eyes. The writhing in her belly decreases, and shrinks in size, until it vanishes. Her expression though, grew ever more intent, until... PRRRRRRRBBBT! The rear of her robe fluttered up as the air around her grew somewhat ripe.<br/><br/>"It passed..." She slumped slightly, with an expression of relief, but looking a bit dazed. "I can haz cheezburger?"<br/><br/>Then she seemed to come back to herself. "Fresh air would probably be good too." She moved over to a obelisk and opened a panel. Flipping a few toggle switches started a humming in the background, and a musky, dessert scent started to replace the less pleasant one. "Thankfully, with not wanting windows, I had to install air contitioning."<br/><br/>She groaned a bit. "Ohhh... I haven't had indigestion that bad since I ate a whole curried elephant on a bet. A Volcano Vindaloo with double Naga peppers. My bum was on fire for a week! Scorched my tail fur clean off."<br/><br/>OOC: Don't worry, Reizu. Not over yet.