[Almost seamlessly, Reynir turns and lifts his hands, waving them at the approaching monsters and yelling various insults at them. It's kind of surprising how seamless it is, actually, because Emil gets what he's doing right away - distracting them to give Emil time to sort out what kind of fire he wants to use and where to apply it. Frankly, this looks like a pretty big job, it seems like quantity rather than quality would be the best option.
Taking quick mental stock of his supplies and what magic he can do so far distracts him for a moment, but then things get very abruptly very intense when he sees that glop of goo landing on the sleeve of Reynir's cloak. Okay. Okay. The danger is real. Think quick, Västerström!
With a practiced movement, he pulls his flask of liquid accelerant from a pocket at his belt, pulls it open, and sprays it in a wide arc, trying to catch as many of the giant gross bug-things as he can with even a few drips of it. Putting that away, he takes a deep breath, and tries to center himself, tries to focus as much as he can in the moment and 'feel the magic' or whatever it is they're teaching him in the Coven.
Lifting his hands, he waves them around, drawing the rudimentary rune shapes in the air, or at least the ones he can remember from what he's seen Reynir do. He's totally guessing about how they work or how they fit together, but they seem to do at least a bit of the trick. Then he speaks, the words of the incantation coming out a little garbled and stumbly, but his palm fills with fire anyhow, and he lunges forward before he has a chance to be proud of himself or anything, and lights the accelerant on fire.
It catches in a rush, the fire licking up the fluid and then attaching to the bugs. More screaming, and they start flailing toward the two of them. In another well-practiced motion, he grabs at Reynir's sleeve and gives him a solid yank while his left hand plucks one of his little explosive grenades from his belt. Turning in a smooth motion, he drags Reynir behind him, setting himself between the Icelander and the monstrosities, before giving him a firm shove.]
Go! I'll be right behind you.
[And then he manages to reignite the flame on his hand, lights the bomb, and throws it in a smooth arc toward what he figures is going to be the center of the throng of them when the bomb is set to go off.
And then he's running too. Not just from the worms, but also to get himself and Reynir the hell out of the blast range of that thing.]
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Taking quick mental stock of his supplies and what magic he can do so far distracts him for a moment, but then things get very abruptly very intense when he sees that glop of goo landing on the sleeve of Reynir's cloak. Okay. Okay. The danger is real. Think quick, Västerström!
With a practiced movement, he pulls his flask of liquid accelerant from a pocket at his belt, pulls it open, and sprays it in a wide arc, trying to catch as many of the giant gross bug-things as he can with even a few drips of it. Putting that away, he takes a deep breath, and tries to center himself, tries to focus as much as he can in the moment and 'feel the magic' or whatever it is they're teaching him in the Coven.
Lifting his hands, he waves them around, drawing the rudimentary rune shapes in the air, or at least the ones he can remember from what he's seen Reynir do. He's totally guessing about how they work or how they fit together, but they seem to do at least a bit of the trick. Then he speaks, the words of the incantation coming out a little garbled and stumbly, but his palm fills with fire anyhow, and he lunges forward before he has a chance to be proud of himself or anything, and lights the accelerant on fire.
It catches in a rush, the fire licking up the fluid and then attaching to the bugs. More screaming, and they start flailing toward the two of them. In another well-practiced motion, he grabs at Reynir's sleeve and gives him a solid yank while his left hand plucks one of his little explosive grenades from his belt. Turning in a smooth motion, he drags Reynir behind him, setting himself between the Icelander and the monstrosities, before giving him a firm shove.]
Go! I'll be right behind you.
[And then he manages to reignite the flame on his hand, lights the bomb, and throws it in a smooth arc toward what he figures is going to be the center of the throng of them when the bomb is set to go off.
And then he's running too. Not just from the worms, but also to get himself and Reynir the hell out of the blast range of that thing.]