"Hmm... You look a little shaken, do you perhaps know who I'm talking about?"
Atticus inquired, his head tilted and his eyes begging Hawke for a response.
"Can you stop talking to me? My ears might bleed from listening to that coarse voice of yours. "
Hawke raised his middle finger and pointed it at Atticus.
"..."
"*Sigh*... You are the bane of my happiness, you fucking chipper!"
Atticus roared and prepared his lips for a spell.
■■ Opus caementicium! ■■
The ground beneath their feet rippled like the tides of the sea and swallowed Hawke's feet, he beat his wings to escape but the ground had already hardened.
*Dash!*
Atticus took advantage of Hawke's temporary immobility and cast another spell.
■■ Effigy of Praise! ■■
Two large arms made of solid rock spawned at each of Hawke's sides, with their palms wide open.
[!!]
*BANG!*
