[It seems like their fight will be over painfully quick. Fandaniel's hand connects and for a moment it is all within his grasp: the fabric of Douman's clothes, the firm warmth of the body beneath them, even the mystical feeling of his soul.
...and then it slips past Fandaniel's fingers like a piece of soap, leaving him with the unsatisfactory feeling of having had something just almost.
Douman tuts as the rest of his body disperses into wafts of black fog as well.]
How rash.
[The voice comes from a good distance behind Fandaniel as the place where Douman had just stood starts to glow in a magical grid.]
Tou!
[The grid explodes in a myriad of charged chains that seek to wind themselves around Fandaniel, each one charged with a different one of the five elements.]
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...and then it slips past Fandaniel's fingers like a piece of soap, leaving him with the unsatisfactory feeling of having had something just almost.
Douman tuts as the rest of his body disperses into wafts of black fog as well.]
How rash.
[The voice comes from a good distance behind Fandaniel as the place where Douman had just stood starts to glow in a magical grid.]
Tou!
[The grid explodes in a myriad of charged chains that seek to wind themselves around Fandaniel, each one charged with a different one of the five elements.]