((Continuing from Prompt: Beacon))
Pulling her attunement like a fast drawn, dust rose in motes around her. Just as her captor began to notice, she blasted him in the face with sand.
Or… attempted to. It was a weak cast without a focus in hand, and she might as well have had flicked a tablespoon of powder in his face.
Still, the man reacted with enough of an instinctive flinch that he let go of her hair.
Helen dodged away, switching her attunement to fire.
Possibilities… need a weapon and defense...
The roaring heat of elementalist flame heralded an axe Helen manifested in hand.
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