Masks 2

Ow, fuck. Not that Theraea would ever swear out loud, but in her internal monologue it certainly felt called for. Both because that hurt a lot, and because being grounded would make this whole thing harder to pull off.

"Maria, can- can you get this air bubble toward the rift? We need to deal with this thing before it's too late!"

For the moment, Theraea focused on dodging - she was pretty fucking good at that. Hard to smash someone who never stopped teleporting around. Once the rift was within reach, well... Things were going to get dicey in a possibly-lethal way. But hey, better to go down defending the multiverse against Eldritch Things than to go down some other way, right?

Theraea could tell herself that, but she really wanted to live through this encounter. Yikes.