Alina's sure that the roar of the beast is going to shake all the teeth right out of her head. She clings more tightly to her new friend's armor with numbing fingers, knowing that she -- and maybe everyone else -- will be completely screwed if she loses her grip.
She's never had to maintain a spell this long in this kind of chaos before. Her magic feels restless in her mental-grasp, and it's taking more and more energy to keep it on track and stop it from bleeding out in wilder effects. She bites her lip to keep from whimpering, trying not to gag again at the taste of maybe-blood.
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