Tamora stares at Jason for a long moment, her expression unreadable. She is about to respond when the unmistakeable sound of a Dracon Beam rips through the bar. The back hallway lights up momentarily, quickly falling back into darkness. Tamora sits forward on her stool, straining to see into the shadows and make out the results of what can only be Keshin's shot.
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When Keshin does not answer Terenia she frowns slightly and, steadying her swaying, drunken body with a hand firmly planted against the wall, begins to rise. Suddenly the hallway seems much more crowded and close and a vague alarm bell begins to sound in her head.
<<Ter...Terenia, maybe it would be pru...prudent if..>> Efaen starts, but she trails off, the effects of alcohol still preventing coherency.
"Kesh?" Terenia asks, trying her hardest to focus on the situation at hand, "Kesh, what's going o-"
Before she can even think about moving, the bright light of a Dracon Beam lances towards her, making contact with the arm that she was supporting herself with. At its current setting the Dracon Beam does not merely burn her arm, but instead disintigrates it from the elbow down. Above her elbow to her shoulder and down her right side her skin chars and blackens, giving off the pungent smell of burning flesh.
"Oh..." Terenia says in shock, teetering backwards now that her balance is thrown off. A wave of nausea and pain hits her like a wall and she staggers back, falling on her butt. Scooting back as far as she can into the shadows she stuffs her healthy wrist in her mouth, biting down hard to muffle the involuntary screams of pain.
<<Demorph!>> Efaen cries, the pain jolting her consciousness, along with Terenia's, back into a certain level of sobreity.