Mythologies - Gna's Mission.

[Frisk E. Coyote]

The young illusionist raised the bag of tricks he carried his special effects bottles. There was nothing else that was useful in there, maybe a few smoke-screens, some flashy (faulty) exploding bottles, but that was it. He was out of tricks, and he immediately felt rather vulnerable. Not to mention useless. What could he do to contribute? What could he do to gain his inner resident's recognition? Once again, he was a frail and weak mortal, just as he was born.

-But Daisy was dancing again. It was a beautiful thing, really, Daisy's dancing even when frustrated. It motivated him, gave him vigour, it gave him will...

"I don't need you." Ray muttered underneath his breath, directed at the being inside him. He swung his arm back and forth, then rotated it, spinning the pouch, mixing all the contents within the bottles, breaking some of them. The pouch started to smoke. Gritting his teeth, he swung as hard as he could, aiming as best as his ability allowed, and flung the pouch as hard as his body permitted. The pouch soared through the dragon flames, the fabric burned up and the bottles heated up...

-Right before they smashed into Rudra's open mouth, the mixtures exploding violently.