[IRP] Smugglers, Saints, and Spears

[Amoltamiss]

Oi vey, now would be a good time for me to be figurin' out that stupid Lemegeton now! Panika inwardly... panicked for a moment there, as she realized the gravity of the situation. So the thing they were supposed to be protecting, you know, their goddamn pay, was destroyed, just like that. Upon realizing what had happened in the span of mere moments - and conveniently ignoring the inquisitor's own trash-talking of the prettyboy - Panika heaved and huffed and pulled out Lemegeton proper, her own golden implement - a book, anyways, and hurriedly flipped through it after pacing backwards, in an attempt to try and figure out something she could do to rectify the situation. Of course, it didn't help when the inquisitor began to speak all funny and an aurora of magic began to revolve and coalesce around her.

Panika growled and hurriedly flipped and read random incantations in the Lemegeton, only half-aware of what she was reading... Anma... Niba.. Mi... Hong... Panika fiddled about in place some more, looking intently at the inquisitor before her. "Bu-duan, bu-za, bu-zhu...! Jing-ang-syou, zi-lian-guang!" Panika was only yelling what she was able to comprehend and read, in some incredibly archaic and foreign language that might have reminded one of the plains folk, though it was a wonder how plains folk could even come up with such fantastic incantations.

In her panic and recklessness, what Panika ended up doing was shooting rays of light into the sky, which exploded into fancy lights and a display of stardust, and it seemed to do nothing at first, only serving as a fancy light show, but what would happen mere moments later would cause even more chaos - the stardust descended into the field indiscriminately in the form of lasers and hail.