[She swears under her breath when that strike of his lightning seems to do absolutely nothing. She stands her ground and there's a violent surge of aether around her, the temptation to semi-prime about as strong as the horse's hooves that beat against the rock, looking like it's prepared to charge.]
I'm starting to wonder that, too.
[Less time to wonder as the flames that make up the horse's mane surge with more fire, hotter, brighter, bigger, until its entire body is consumed by it, forcing both Benedikta and Cid further apart, her wind blasting him back and out of the projection of the flames when they erupt from its body just in the nick of time. Hopefully his clothes didn't get singed like hers did, a piece of her collar burning away as she's trapped against the far wall.]
Shit!
[Her outcry turns the angered beast's focus to her, and it finally uses that built up momentum to rush her—]
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I'm starting to wonder that, too.
[Less time to wonder as the flames that make up the horse's mane surge with more fire, hotter, brighter, bigger, until its entire body is consumed by it, forcing both Benedikta and Cid further apart, her wind blasting him back and out of the projection of the flames when they erupt from its body just in the nick of time. Hopefully his clothes didn't get singed like hers did, a piece of her collar burning away as she's trapped against the far wall.]
Shit!
[Her outcry turns the angered beast's focus to her, and it finally uses that built up momentum to rush her—]