She offered Avis a fistbump with her offhand, but something about Asp looked tired in that instant. "A margarita would be very, very nice," she agreed. "Gonna shield up again."
She quietly murmured in High Speech, casting her spell, but it didn't work quite like she wanted it to. Dismissing the incomplete spell, the Obrimos sighed in frustration. Another chant. Another casting, and she looked about.
Asp seemed a lot less uncomfortable, now.
She held the ropes again for Avis. "You gave me a run for my money there. Shower, then margarita time?"
first roll dismissed, 2nd deduct one from the right. 2 Potency, 1/1 between Prime SIght and Life Armor, 24hr