[Ginia tosses the bottle back his way, attention back on the ayakashi. Damn, even with the danger of setting the place on fire, knowing the song spell for fires would be useful right about now. She holds her ground as the ayakashi continues to slap and ooze against her borderline. Her wall is solid and it won't get through, but there's not much else she can do but watch it.
In the full light of the hallway, it's really no more than an oozing ball, constantly moving and rolling. At least it's slow, though the dripping tentacle-like limbs its slapping at the borderline have reach. Gross.]
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In the full light of the hallway, it's really no more than an oozing ball, constantly moving and rolling. At least it's slow, though the dripping tentacle-like limbs its slapping at the borderline have reach. Gross.]