[Oh good grief. Jessica barely has time to brace herself before she's hit by the scorch attack. She hadn't been prepared for it and ends up knocked off her feet, clothing smoldering. Or... well, what's left anyhow. Her skirt is ragged and tattered, her shirt following appropriate suite. And now she's back on her rear again, a hand pressed to the side of her head.
She hurries to gain her feet again, the dragon backing off before it's next hit. Whatever shape he's in, it couldn't hurt for her to try to heal him. Never mind she's over here dancing now sans maracas and looking worse for the wear.]
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[Oh good grief. Jessica barely has time to brace herself before she's hit by the scorch attack. She hadn't been prepared for it and ends up knocked off her feet, clothing smoldering. Or... well, what's left anyhow. Her skirt is ragged and tattered, her shirt following appropriate suite. And now she's back on her rear again, a hand pressed to the side of her head.
She hurries to gain her feet again, the dragon backing off before it's next hit. Whatever shape he's in, it couldn't hurt for her to try to heal him. Never mind she's over here dancing now sans maracas and looking worse for the wear.]
Come on everybody, hustle! Hustle!