[Heat's mutter is sullen at best. He'd strip if he had to but magic rarely cared about things like armor and clothing, so it's probably fine. Even with it in place he still jerks slightly at unwelcome contact, even light pressure unpleasant. He's still sure he'd heal without intervention. He's wrong.
It's very much like poison but more persistent, subtler. It's easy to tell poison's immediately harmful, ignore it for even a few minutes and it could get debilitating. They all found that out the hard way a long time ago. Jayce's arcane rot would have taken longer, maybe as much as a couple hours as it spread and consumed, but in time even his great endurance would have faltered. The rest wouldn't kill him. This would have.
There's some part of him that is suddenly pretty sure he could use that same spell if he wanted to as the dim sense of malaise is purged, but there's no time to consider it. No sooner does the feeling of injury settle into a more ordinary pain than Serph's legs give out, and Heat grabs for him immediately, alarmed.]
Serph? Hey, what--
[.. Chatting can wait. If Serph can't stand under his own weight, the wounds that remain, mere torn flesh and muscle, are not enough to prevent Heat from being able to hold him up instead. That is NOT how he expects magic to work. It's not a debilitating power.]
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[Heat's mutter is sullen at best. He'd strip if he had to but magic rarely cared about things like armor and clothing, so it's probably fine. Even with it in place he still jerks slightly at unwelcome contact, even light pressure unpleasant. He's still sure he'd heal without intervention. He's wrong.
It's very much like poison but more persistent, subtler. It's easy to tell poison's immediately harmful, ignore it for even a few minutes and it could get debilitating. They all found that out the hard way a long time ago. Jayce's arcane rot would have taken longer, maybe as much as a couple hours as it spread and consumed, but in time even his great endurance would have faltered. The rest wouldn't kill him. This would have.
There's some part of him that is suddenly pretty sure he could use that same spell if he wanted to as the dim sense of malaise is purged, but there's no time to consider it. No sooner does the feeling of injury settle into a more ordinary pain than Serph's legs give out, and Heat grabs for him immediately, alarmed.]
Serph? Hey, what--
[.. Chatting can wait. If Serph can't stand under his own weight, the wounds that remain, mere torn flesh and muscle, are not enough to prevent Heat from being able to hold him up instead. That is NOT how he expects magic to work. It's not a debilitating power.]