[Man, rude! Sure, Eridan's a little rough, and not all that polite, and would sass even Mother Theresa... Okay, no he totally deserves this.]
[For a second, Eridan thinks that the spell went off, and that he might have opened the beast up for a spell--but then the monster's swing connects with his body, and he's hurled through the air. Solidly connecting with the wall.]
...Fuck. [He practically hisses.]
[After a few moments of writhing from the pain of it, he forces himself to stand, because he hardly has the time to lose over something so minute like pain. Eridan usually can take more damage than this, but that's the wonderful thing about this curse, his own personal strengths mean nothing. He levels a glare at the beast, and again he raises his staff.]
Bolt!
[He focuses on the beast, letting the electrical energy surge through the air, arching from the tip of his staff towards the minotaur. If anything, that hit served to give Eridan the safety of distance to properly retaliate, even if it was a hefty price to pay for it.]
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[For a second, Eridan thinks that the spell went off, and that he might have opened the beast up for a spell--but then the monster's swing connects with his body, and he's hurled through the air. Solidly connecting with the wall.]
...Fuck. [He practically hisses.]
[After a few moments of writhing from the pain of it, he forces himself to stand, because he hardly has the time to lose over something so minute like pain. Eridan usually can take more damage than this, but that's the wonderful thing about this curse, his own personal strengths mean nothing. He levels a glare at the beast, and again he raises his staff.]
Bolt!
[He focuses on the beast, letting the electrical energy surge through the air, arching from the tip of his staff towards the minotaur. If anything, that hit served to give Eridan the safety of distance to properly retaliate, even if it was a hefty price to pay for it.]