[Magic. It's not exactly mana as she knows it, but similar enough that she can instantly identify what's happening. She can feel the ripple of undoing beginning to course through her hand, and while she manages to counter the ruinous flow of magical energy with her own, it's a little too late by the time they've disengaged and she's got her hand back to herself once more.
The dagger is gone, would have become beyond useless even if she still possessed it. Her hand feels simultaneously charred and numb, the pain only manifesting as a quiet "tch" muttered under her breath and a deepening of her frown. So this is what he's capable of, and it's a lesson learned: she shouldn't let herself take a direct hit on her person, not if she can help it.
His movements are telltale of someone unused to melee combat, and as one well versed in it, she ought to take advantage. This means sticking close to him as much as possible, even if that may seem contradictory to needing to avoid the magical blasts he can generate and apply through the palm of his hand. The stark difference in their size is both boon and hindrance: she could turn his superior size and strength against him, but he'll definitely not make it easy for her to seize those opportunities, as he's rushing for her headfirst now.
...Then standing her ground it is. Backstepping too far would be completely letting go of Hiccup too, which she isn't willing to do quite just yet; from where they are now, she could still easily reach him within an eyeblink if she wanted. Another dagger is raised with her good hand to meet his charge, but this time, it's infused and strengthened with more mana that the weapon can handle - it'll only be good for one hit, but it should be flashy good enough to meet his offensive. Giving off a crackling violet light growing with peaking intensity, roman numbers briefly flash by in a blink before purely concentrated lightning magic condensed to a singular point darts forth to meet his strike, seeking to clash against the draconic energies if not shock and pierce his palm whole.
Meanwhile, her own injured hand had already begun 'healing'. The pain is fading, but the slower process of the unwinding is not lost on her. How...?]
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The dagger is gone, would have become beyond useless even if she still possessed it. Her hand feels simultaneously charred and numb, the pain only manifesting as a quiet "tch" muttered under her breath and a deepening of her frown. So this is what he's capable of, and it's a lesson learned: she shouldn't let herself take a direct hit on her person, not if she can help it.
His movements are telltale of someone unused to melee combat, and as one well versed in it, she ought to take advantage. This means sticking close to him as much as possible, even if that may seem contradictory to needing to avoid the magical blasts he can generate and apply through the palm of his hand. The stark difference in their size is both boon and hindrance: she could turn his superior size and strength against him, but he'll definitely not make it easy for her to seize those opportunities, as he's rushing for her headfirst now.
...Then standing her ground it is. Backstepping too far would be completely letting go of Hiccup too, which she isn't willing to do quite just yet; from where they are now, she could still easily reach him within an eyeblink if she wanted. Another dagger is raised with her good hand to meet his charge, but this time, it's infused and strengthened with more mana that the weapon can handle - it'll only be good for one hit, but it should be
flashygood enough to meet his offensive. Giving off a crackling violet light growing with peaking intensity, roman numbers briefly flash by in a blink before purely concentrated lightning magic condensed to a singular point darts forth to meet his strike, seeking to clash against the draconic energies if not shock and pierce his palm whole.Meanwhile, her own injured hand had already begun 'healing'. The pain is fading, but the slower process of the unwinding is not lost on her. How...?]