"I'm here!" Ray cries, gesturing frantically to Andrew to get down and out of the way. "But we have a problem!"
Ereshkigal- her figure barely visible for all the sickly-pale light surrounding it- is raising her arms over her head and chanting nerve-jangling alien syllables. Peter and Egon are firing on her for all they're worth. Overhead, a pair of large winged beasts (nowhere near the dragon's size, but large enough for all that) are closing to engage Eddie in combat.
It would appear that the problem is the bearded, shirtless, kilted fellow with the fell light in his eyes and the bronze sickle, who's lifted one hand and pointed it Ray's way. There's a very clear feeling of power being pulled in and concentrated, to the point where it's about to burst forth.
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Ereshkigal- her figure barely visible for all the sickly-pale light surrounding it- is raising her arms over her head and chanting nerve-jangling alien syllables. Peter and Egon are firing on her for all they're worth. Overhead, a pair of large winged beasts (nowhere near the dragon's size, but large enough for all that) are closing to engage Eddie in combat.
It would appear that the problem is the bearded, shirtless, kilted fellow with the fell light in his eyes and the bronze sickle, who's lifted one hand and pointed it Ray's way. There's a very clear feeling of power being pulled in and concentrated, to the point where it's about to burst forth.