Wash catches that movement out of the corner of his eye, catches what sounds like a poem, and- Nope. Nope. He is not sticking around for this-
He yanks his sword out of the creature's horns and damn near dives out of the way as a beam of light collides with the voidblob, and-
And nothing. The voidblob shakes one of its many heads, seemingly unfazed, as Wash rolls to his feet. There's a beat, and the creature rumbles, and Wash is-
Done, honestly. Between the peanut gallery and his laser light show and this godforsaken crime against nature that refuses to die, he is just done. "You know what?" he says brightly, an edge to his words as he gathers his own magic and fights down the shudder that happens every time (the phobia is his own damn fault and that doesn't make him hate it any less). "Fuck this." He extends a hand, snaps his fingers, and the air around the voidblob explodes into flame in a five-foot sphere. Even if it doesn't kill the thing, a good fireball spell sure makes him feel better.
Except the fire burns out in the next second or two, leaving behind singed grass and a charred yet oozing voidblob corpse. For a moment or two, Wash just blinks at it as that processes. He...probably should've led with that, huh.
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He yanks his sword out of the creature's horns and damn near dives out of the way as a beam of light collides with the voidblob, and-
And nothing. The voidblob shakes one of its many heads, seemingly unfazed, as Wash rolls to his feet. There's a beat, and the creature rumbles, and Wash is-
Done, honestly. Between the peanut gallery and his laser light show and this godforsaken crime against nature that refuses to die, he is just done. "You know what?" he says brightly, an edge to his words as he gathers his own magic and fights down the shudder that happens every time (the phobia is his own damn fault and that doesn't make him hate it any less). "Fuck this." He extends a hand, snaps his fingers, and the air around the voidblob explodes into flame in a five-foot sphere. Even if it doesn't kill the thing, a good fireball spell sure makes him feel better.
Except the fire burns out in the next second or two, leaving behind singed grass and a charred yet oozing voidblob corpse. For a moment or two, Wash just blinks at it as that processes. He...probably should've led with that, huh.
"...okay then."