[IRP] Smugglers, Saints, and Spears

[Amoltamiss]

Panika sighed and kept her cloak around tightly more, and eventually she stood still for a moment. ... Panika's thoughts wandered off for a moment. She looked to her sides. Then, she walked forward. It was then and there that she realized that something was horribly wrong. The exteriors had lead to the opening of a cave. Panika had literally walked into the vicinity of an entire hideout. Well... Bollocks! I've done and gone messed up now! Panika blinked as she looked down on the ground. She winced. No way! Panika's thoughts went wild as she realized that she had walked into a trap! Damn, well it's surely a good thing I'm alone. Whoever's going to assault me here won't be able to eliminate me that easily, I'll be sure of that! Panika growled as expected, a blonde woman whirled around outside of the cave entrance.

Panika soon then eyed the magic that the woman was using. Ulp! Light magic! That's no good! Someone from the Church! That's bad, pretty damnably bad! she gasped as a bright, searing arc of light whizzed towards her. Panika grabbed her cloak and literally threw herself backwards, letting herself crash into the ground and rolling to the side as the trajectory of the light bolt crashed into the ground next to her, searing through a good chunk of her cloak and burning it to nothingness, leaving nothing but frayed leather. Part of her own clothes had been burned too, leaving flesh exposed. Curses! My cloak! And part of my clothes! She burned them! Well, better that than my own hide! Time for the emergency flares!

Panika, still lying on the ground, quickly performed a hand gesture, aiming her hands straight up into the air, and began to shoot a signal flare in the form of an airborne Fire spell. Quickly, she backflipped and began to bunny hop backwards away from the blonde woman. "Sorry, madame, but ye shan't be taking my head today! You will remember this day as the day you nearly roasted Panika Terranus!"