Mythologies - Gna's Mission.

[Frisk E. Coyote]

OOC: Lets bring this thing out of Helheim, huh?

IC:

A part of Ray's twitched. "E-eh?" Was all he could stutter. It worked? IT WORKED! He was immediately very impressed with himself (as usual, due to his nature of easily being impressed) and quickly ran back behind the others. There was nothing much he could do at the moment, his stuff was gone or used up, and his show-cart was reduced to... a cart. The ones that were made to carry fruit. Not very flashy at all. Mariam ran past him, her breasts bounced freely, unrestrained under her garb. She stood closer to the group and brought her arms forward, fingers splayed as she stood still. "Huh?" The young magician skid to a stop as he turned to look at the nun.

"Freya help me..." Mariam whispered, taking the moment of distraction as a chance to charge up an attack. Little orbs of light floated off the ground and lowered down from the air, fading into view around her before slowly gathering before her palms. She had been practicing for some time, though still inexperienced and weak, it was her only way of attacking so far.