[Her eyes flash and the Mask of the Servant disintegrates off her face like it was burned up from the inside, leaving Mask of the Rose behind.]
—STOP.
[An explosion of green erupts from the floor everywhere within a 10-ft radius of garland as the thorniest possible vines grasp at his arms, his cloak, his face, and fly clean over his head in an effort to create a solid dome of thorns over him, to pull him to the ground, to CRUSH]
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Date: 2024-04-16 04:56 am (UTC)—STOP.
[An explosion of green erupts from the floor everywhere within a 10-ft radius of garland as the thorniest possible vines grasp at his arms, his cloak, his face, and fly clean over his head in an effort to create a solid dome of thorns over him, to pull him to the ground, to CRUSH]
[(also she heals her arm)]