[ hani withdraws a bottle of whiskey from their inventory and flings it over to the farthest enemy. it hits one of the knives where hani images its forehead would be if it had one. the sound of shattered glass is quickly followed by spell: givak don, invoking fire and flame.
there's no friendly fire (pun unintended, they barely know what puns are), so the explosion of heat doesn't touch mithrun. but hani had deliberately aimed for the back of the pack, just in case. ]
I'm a cat and I've been given the softest, most delicate scratching post. It's still nice, but I don't like it. That kind of feeling?
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[ hani withdraws a bottle of whiskey from their inventory and flings it over to the farthest enemy. it hits one of the knives where hani images its forehead would be if it had one. the sound of shattered glass is quickly followed by spell: givak don, invoking fire and flame.
there's no friendly fire (pun unintended, they barely know what puns are), so the explosion of heat doesn't touch mithrun. but hani had deliberately aimed for the back of the pack, just in case. ]
I'm a cat and I've been given the softest, most delicate scratching post. It's still nice, but I don't like it. That kind of feeling?
[ iya na kanji ]