<div class="floatleft">(http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k512/MissF1R3/Witch2_zpsgrux0m5z.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><strong>Chantilly Lace</strong></span></span><br/><hr/>Groovin' Magic (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3dUYAHOdcfw)<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Freshman Mage<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Temple Ruins<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kashana<br/><hr/><br/>Chantilly and Kash were quickly assailed by a monster, proving that the land around them was not without it's inhabitants. The mage watched her emerald-haired and busty companion pull off some rather impressive acrobatic feats. Tilly grinned and watched, admiring those curves in motion and the sassy tone she was taking with the monster. Then, of course, the damn thing dove for<em>her</em>instead. Why do monsters always pick on the magic user first?<br/><br/><em>"Hey!"[/i] shouted a distressed Tilly, <em>"Get your claws off me, flappy bird! Tarn, wake your ass up!"</em><br/><br/><strong><em>"Huh? Wha?"</em></strong> the hat murmured, as if stirring from some sleep, <strong><em>"Why are we in the clutches of some abomination? What did you do?"</em></strong><br/><br/><em>"Nothing! Started a tiny forest fire. Small potatoes, really."</em><br/><br/><strong><em>"I take a short nap and you burn down a forest?!"</em></strong><br/><br/><em>"No! I mean, it's in the <strong>process</strong> of burning. We don't know if- look, just shut up and prep Diem Wing!"</em><br/><br/>Tarnkappe grunted it's agreement. The monster, smart enough to now sense that some shit was about to go down, tried to drop Tilly. The mage was quick enough to grab onto the thing's leg, however, and clung to it with one hand while she pulled her other back and began to chant. <br/><br/><em>"You who crosses between sky and earth, gently flowing water, gather in my hand and give me power!"</em><br/><br/>Now the roc was starting to panic, yelling and flapping it's winged arms. A cold breeze filled the air and little freezing particles swirled in Tilly's hand. The particles quickly gathered into horizontal lines, forming tiny arrows. The mage presses her hand to the stomach of the roc and calls out the finale of her chant, letting out a loud yell of <strong><em>"Freeze Arrow!"</em></strong><br/><br/>The spell, usually conjured outside in the open air, because of the position Tilly's hand, was now instead conjured up inside the monster itself. The roc let out a tormented cry as large icy arrows sprung from it's body, a shocked look on the monster's face a moment before it's entire being turned into a frozen block. The creature began to plummet at high speed back to the ground. Tilly released her grasp and pushed herself off the solidified body just as the hat spoke again.<br/><br/><strong><em>"Diem Wing!" </em></strong><br/><br/>Wind whipped around the mage and she sailed through the air, her descent slowing before stopping entirely and leaving her hovering in the air. The roc hit the ground and shattered into a hundred glittering pieces.  Tilly directed herself back to the ground, the flight spell vanishing as her feet touched earth. She sighed and brushed herself off a little. <br/><br/><em>"Well that thing was pretty weak,"</em> she said, glancing back at her companion, <em>"If that's the kinda monster we have to deal with then we should be fine!"</em></em>