(She isn't. She'd stopped to lay the groundwork of her plan: a small, glowing bead of concentrated power, which she lobs toward the creature almost casually.
What she hadn't been expecting was a retaliation.
Lucretia had assumed the chuul would have been blinded enough not to notice but it whips its unseeing head towards her spell anyway. Lucretia swears under her breath: it can detect magic. Of course. That's why it's here. It must have sensed her, sensed Beverly's bracelet. Everything seems to happen in slow motion: it reaches out with a claw, striking the bead hard enough to send it straight back at her, and Lucretia has at least enough time to throw up a shield of faith, but the bead still strikes the top of it and explodes forcefully, with a lot of heat and noise.)
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What she hadn't been expecting was a retaliation.
Lucretia had assumed the chuul would have been blinded enough not to notice but it whips its unseeing head towards her spell anyway. Lucretia swears under her breath: it can detect magic. Of course. That's why it's here. It must have sensed her, sensed Beverly's bracelet. Everything seems to happen in slow motion: it reaches out with a claw, striking the bead hard enough to send it straight back at her, and Lucretia has at least enough time to throw up a shield of faith, but the bead still strikes the top of it and explodes forcefully, with a lot of heat and noise.)