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« on: April 14, 2015, 12:35:07 pm »
Maeve switches tack, as the yellow glyph in her hand twisted into a red, flaming glyph. Remembering the Vestiges' weakness to fire, she instead hurls a blast of flame at the vestiges, while turning to Nia, backing away from the fight. She had no desire to be swallowed, and as much as she intensely wanted to rip them to shreds, her common sense conquered her sadistic urges.
"I'll handle these orb creatures, you handle the other Grimm."
Nia nods, before closing her eyes. A flat black oval appears over her head, as it gleams with unnatural sheen, a strange light splashing over the Grimm.
They become weaker in strength, feebler and frailer, their bestial strength becoming Nia's own.