"Fuck this…" Freya cursed, her eyes gleaming as she searched the area for any opportunities to catch the enemy unawares. She withdrew, glaring at the woman before her, "I can't attack, but it will not let me retreat either. This bitch…"
The handy dance of death began, and Freya's countenance changed. Runes spun, and all sorts of wired cooking utensils began to fly in the air, causing Freya to cross her arms to block them— pots, kettles, plates, and frying pans?
⦗Shadow Emissary Dealt Damage to Freya!⦘
⦗Inflicted Shock!⦘
⦗Inflicted Stun!⦘
"…" the woman's moves slow, and all of the weapons were retrieved back to whichever they had come from. The runes died, and she grew still, staring lifelessly at Freya who'd curled into a turtle to defend herself from all the attacks.
