[IRP] Smugglers, Saints, and Spears

[Amoltamiss]

Backup! Backup's actually here! Panika thought as she stoppered herself on the ground and quickly shoved herself to the side to dodge another incoming bolt of light aimed at her face. A smile flashed on her face as the cloak was no longer covering her mouth, instead she inspected her foes for this engagement now that she knew she wasn't actually being left for dead. The sweetcheeks who threw light magic at her seemed to be draped in crimson, and reminded Panika oddly of Cinia's fashion sense, but this one was an enemy. She was guarded by two bruisers with shining spears. Then she recognized those shining spears. By ye...! Those can shoot magic. Oh well, they're probably slow and probably wouldn't be able to hit the broad side of a barn if they could help it, so I'll just do this. Panika grinned as, at this point, she was a fair distance away from the enemies, but she became more confident to rush in especially once she saw the boss, Cherise, come in with the two bruisers of her own.

"Well met, boss!" Panika hailed as she idly began to toss a knife in the air, watching it spin. It was immediately nuked to bits by a stray bolt of light. "Just you watch, I may have been caught off guard by the web I had been walking on earlier, but it'll take more than some stupid magician's toy trap to stop me." Panika grinned confidently as she didn't even care that most of her cloak had been burned and the entire right side of her body was exposed because of the light magic that burned a portion of her clothes. She turned to face the red-dressed priestess and leaped forward with an agility that was rather unusual for mages, but regardless, her body was leaned forward as she began to dash recklessly towards her. Most people would consider Panika to be quite mad, but she was banking on the assessment that as a Church magician or inquisitor or some such figure, she would be considerably weaker up close than from afar.

Sadly, when Panika spun around behind the lady to try and strike her with a blade, she felt the clanging sound of a staff block her attack. Damn! She's not bad. Panika stumbled back and felt her boots dig against the ground, and she watched as the lady, with a maniacal glee, attempted to punish the attack with a magical spell to the face, but Panika was able to spin about to the side and the only thing that ended up getting melted off was more of Panika's cloak and top, exposing more of her skin. "Dang, woman, you're sure good at trying to get your victims to strip, eh? Do ya swing that way?" Panika teased as she backflipped and attempted to throw one of her throwing knives in return, which did not in fact get nuked by a magical laser this time, and the blade of the knife literally grazed the woman's cheek. But that was pretty much all Panika could manage as she instead decided to look smugly at the Church inquisitor.

She responded by flinging another magical bolt.

Panika tossed her cloak into the air and let it get disintegrated as Panika lunged past the woman, landing into the dirt and rolling back upright. "Whew! Nice workout this be!"