Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28718853-20190424132336/@comment-26517142-20190508150709

Cybele runs faster, preparing her hands for another round of summoning. "Oh NO YOU DON'T !!" she commands, preparing another array of machine-gun plants - but then she spots something that causes her to stop. And widen her eyes in fear.

Something dances in her field of vision. Something horrendous. Something that clouds her judgment and bars her movement from going any further. It was... a vision of her mother...

....her mother...in a torn landscape.. covered in blood...

".... little flower..."

Cybele covers her mouth with her big hands. At the same time, constructs strike her from the back and sides, causing her to gag in the shock if the blows. A Shock Deer rams her chest and she is flung to the nearest tree. Her plants shrink back, their growth signalling her weakened state.

Her mind...and body...was being assailed.