[ As soon as Fern gets a proper grip on her dagger again, she does go in for another stab, aiming for the space between what looks like a pelvic bone. The shove was useless and she doesn't even have the advantage of capturing this enemy by surprise, so it limits her options. For some reason, running or even talking hasn't occurred to her. In this strange and unexpected situation, what else could she anticipate but yet another fight?
Her stab is yet again futile, and soon after the towering skeletal figure reacts, a third limb lifting up to rotate and flash with a set of magical symbols. They mean nothing to her, but she knows they can't be good, likely signaling a spell of some kind. She tenses, prepared to dodge in a roll to the side so she can avoid any blast that comes from the claw-like appendage.
But she doesn't get the chance. Instead, she levitates, completely against her own will, hanging uselessly in the air. She struggles against the unnatural feeling, trying to regain her own footing, but it's to no avail, her legs flailing. And the creature can no longer be reached by her blade, either.
It speaks.
She glares at it, teeth bared. Her voice comes out as a snarl. ]
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Her stab is yet again futile, and soon after the towering skeletal figure reacts, a third limb lifting up to rotate and flash with a set of magical symbols. They mean nothing to her, but she knows they can't be good, likely signaling a spell of some kind. She tenses, prepared to dodge in a roll to the side so she can avoid any blast that comes from the claw-like appendage.
But she doesn't get the chance. Instead, she levitates, completely against her own will, hanging uselessly in the air. She struggles against the unnatural feeling, trying to regain her own footing, but it's to no avail, her legs flailing. And the creature can no longer be reached by her blade, either.
It speaks.
She glares at it, teeth bared. Her voice comes out as a snarl. ]
Are you one of Strahd's? What do you want?