[As he thrusts his lance forward, a smirk forms on his lips, but it quickly fades when he realizes he has become ensnared in some twisted reality. As his opponent's illusion disappears within a puff of black smoke, Rosen nearly lets out a curse.
Illusion magic is his weakness.
Rosen can't fight what he cannot see or touch. He had a similar problem when pitted against the Arkana of Indolence, especially since the Jurisdiction of Sloth covers everything from illusionary magic to sense deprivation and even hallucinations.
This is bad, advantageous for his opponent, but very bad for him.]
Show yourself, you bloody coward!
[He's positively seething right now, with a wild expression in his mismatched eyes. His curious gold eye begins to shine brightly as he attempts to dispel whatever the fuck this is. Unfortunately, Rosen becomes distracted while trying to figure out the innerworkings of this spell, when something sharp nails him in the arm.]
Eh?
[As he looks down at the feather-like dagger, another one strikes him in the opposite arm and twice in the knees. The impact nearly knocks Rosen down, but he stabs his glowing blue spear into the ground, causing another large patch of grass to burn to ash. He refuses to be brought low by some detestable, lowly creature, even if the odds are stacked against him.
Such is the nature of vanity. Even now, Rosen believes he can will a victory from nothing.]
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Illusion magic is his weakness.
Rosen can't fight what he cannot see or touch. He had a similar problem when pitted against the Arkana of Indolence, especially since the Jurisdiction of Sloth covers everything from illusionary magic to sense deprivation and even hallucinations.
This is bad, advantageous for his opponent, but very bad for him.]
Show yourself, you bloody coward!
[He's positively seething right now, with a wild expression in his mismatched eyes. His curious gold eye begins to shine brightly as he attempts to dispel whatever the fuck this is. Unfortunately, Rosen becomes distracted while trying to figure out the innerworkings of this spell, when something sharp nails him in the arm.]
Eh?
[As he looks down at the feather-like dagger, another one strikes him in the opposite arm and twice in the knees. The impact nearly knocks Rosen down, but he stabs his glowing blue spear into the ground, causing another large patch of grass to burn to ash. He refuses to be brought low by some detestable, lowly creature, even if the odds are stacked against him.
Such is the nature of vanity. Even now, Rosen believes he can will a victory from nothing.]