[ Meiling brings up her hands and moves them a smooth, circular pattern before herself. The motions cause the very air to take on a vibrant rainbow hue and the ripples of the energy she expends protects her from most of the blast. The heat and light is intense, and even behind closed eyes it stings at every part of her. It was better to have her hair and skin and clothes singed and burned in places than to be completely obliterated.
This was Patchouli's power; her strength. Her weakness, however, is obvious to anyone who knows her well...
Arms tucked her arms in close, dropped to the ground, and then bounded swiftly toward the wizard. She just needs to be a little closer... ]
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Date: 2011-06-03 04:42 am (UTC)This was Patchouli's power; her strength. Her weakness, however, is obvious to anyone who knows her well...
Arms tucked her arms in close, dropped to the ground, and then bounded swiftly toward the wizard. She just needs to be a little closer... ]