[One attack finds its mark, the others does not. (They really should have done something about these flimsy bars, in hindsight.) The magical energies that swirl around the cell lock is repelled by a nail-like sword planted onto the ground right before the door, evidently magical in nature with how it's interfering with the destructive powers attempting to take shape and break through. The metallic bars seem to shimmer under the clashing pressures, but ultimately stay still.
The fireball aimed at his new jailor is a direct hit. There is no attempt to dodge or repel. On the contrary, the figure is now facing him from the other side with her right arm raised, wielding three more of the same blades as the one by the door clenched between her finger joints like a claw. Her fist remains still on the other side of the bars, but the thin blades can easily slip through, and the tip of them are now aimed squarely at his throat.
What would Rand like to focus on? That his attack on the door has been intercepted? That his neck is a breath away from being pierced by three blades? Or the sight of bloody and charred flesh directly in front of him, as the flames he managed to channel have successfully burned through half of the woman's mask? Yet despite the injury to the left side of her face, severe enough to have blood trail down her jawline, the woman does not flinch or make any sound of discomfort. Burnt and broken, the right half of the mask is also knocked askew to briefly block her vision. With one small shake of her head, it clatters onto the floor, revealing unmarred and cold blue eyes staring right back at him. Her sight has avoided damage somehow, and while the unflattering and painful wound has certainly disfigured her, it may nevertheless be enough to render her recognizable to someone who has spoken to her before.
May want to think through his options a little more carefully this time, as what he may want to try next. He's facing an opponent who is capable of magic and indifferent to facial maiming through fire, for starters.]
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The fireball aimed at his new jailor is a direct hit. There is no attempt to dodge or repel. On the contrary, the figure is now facing him from the other side with her right arm raised, wielding three more of the same blades as the one by the door clenched between her finger joints like a claw. Her fist remains still on the other side of the bars, but the thin blades can easily slip through, and the tip of them are now aimed squarely at his throat.
What would Rand like to focus on? That his attack on the door has been intercepted? That his neck is a breath away from being pierced by three blades? Or the sight of bloody and charred flesh directly in front of him, as the flames he managed to channel have successfully burned through half of the woman's mask? Yet despite the injury to the left side of her face, severe enough to have blood trail down her jawline, the woman does not flinch or make any sound of discomfort. Burnt and broken, the right half of the mask is also knocked askew to briefly block her vision. With one small shake of her head, it clatters onto the floor, revealing unmarred and cold blue eyes staring right back at him. Her sight has avoided damage somehow, and while the unflattering and painful wound has certainly disfigured her, it may nevertheless be enough to render her recognizable to someone who has spoken to her before.
May want to think through his options a little more carefully this time, as what he may want to try next. He's facing an opponent who is capable of magic and indifferent to facial maiming through fire, for starters.]