[She's about to tell him to watch that mouth of his again. The roar sounds and she straightens. The robe and a semblance of modesty is not so important anymore. Self preservation.]
It? What is it?
[There isn't exactly any time to do much. The air tears and ripples.]
A circle? A circle by means of protection? I'm not a novice.
[To John and her eyes are fixed on the many armed creature clawing from the space. Sighing she stamps her bare foot over the carefully drawn runes, smearing them as she goes counter clockwise. Both of her palms are raised and her hands spare like a live wire. It's too late to stop the beast from clamoring through. It's trapped now, the way John is though it hasn't done more than bristle and posture.]
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It? What is it?
[There isn't exactly any time to do much. The air tears and ripples.]
A circle? A circle by means of protection? I'm not a novice.
[To John and her eyes are fixed on the many armed creature clawing from the space. Sighing she stamps her bare foot over the carefully drawn runes, smearing them as she goes counter clockwise. Both of her palms are raised and her hands spare like a live wire. It's too late to stop the beast from clamoring through. It's trapped now, the way John is though it hasn't done more than bristle and posture.]
No introductions here, John?