[ Patchouli doesn't dodge it--rather, she holds out her hand and clenches it into a fist, concentrating her metal magic into crumpling the sheet into a ball and letting it drop to the floor in front of her. There, she thinks. One down, nine to go. ]
Wood Sign "Kodama of the Willows"!
[ Her magic sigil materializes under her feet before the wooden floor of the ballroom begins to vibrate--and a handful of trees sprout out, vines and roots reaching for him, trying to grab onto his arms, legs, hammer. ]
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Wood Sign "Kodama of the Willows"!
[ Her magic sigil materializes under her feet before the wooden floor of the ballroom begins to vibrate--and a handful of trees sprout out, vines and roots reaching for him, trying to grab onto his arms, legs, hammer. ]