Feeling the smooth texture of the Ironwood allows you to identify its location inside your quiver and slide it out. You can barely find any space to breathe as you struggle to keep your protected arm upright against the trembling weight of the undead freak, still dazed from enduring its charge.

''Remember Rey.'' Your mother said, showing one of the magical arrows. ''If you need to use them as wands, you'll need at least a meter distance to keep yourself safe. Too close, and the spell will hurt you too.''

''Uuu!'' A scared plaint comes out of Usha. You feel her fall out of your pocket, but you can't turn your head to examine.

!!!
Pain lanced through your shoulder as the creature angled itself to reach her, claws slicing into your flesh as it understood it could coil around the aegis edge.
If its attention was actually on you... Shut up, Rey!
''Fff!'' Pushing this damnable thing is the only way to make enough space to create the mystical connection by touching the arrowhead with your icon! Come ooooooon!
5/7 Magical reserve left inside your Focii.

''Uurg...!'' Hot pain follows the movement of its claw on your flank.
Runes glow along the surface of the wand; that surge of power causes the creature's head to snap toward you, finally acknowledging your existence, its skullface crashes against your aegis, and the weight on your arm and chest exhales what little air you managed to gather.

A crackle, a snap of thunder.

''Aaa...'' Nothing inside you can give you the strength to scream. Painful magical energy, the wrath of nature's sky ravages your body.

''C-can't see...'' Your vision narrows into a white cone, the beautiful noises of the world evaporate to a sickeningly high pitch. ''I'm melting.'' Melting MELTING. BREAKING. SNAPING. There's a sun into your body. Pressure squeezes your lungs. Meat peeling off your bones.

''Aaaa...'' The pressure lessens enough for a noise to come out of your mouth. ''Aaaa...'' A breath. ''AaaaAaaAaaAA'' And you're on your feet. ithurtcantthink

Your body is a broken doll, your bones protest every tremor, your ribs lash out in agony with every demand from your lungs. You can't hear anything, your vision is the eye of a blizzard with your damnable foe at its center.
How, why, somehow it fell toward the room entrance, its movement jerky and alert, unlike your wobbly agony.
''KKkrrrg!'' Your mouth fills with something, so you spit it out. Your left hand still holds your Focii despite being limp; you grip your wrist to align your arm and step forward. ''Extend your blessing! May my thoughts resonate with Mother Earth!''
4/7 Magical reserve left inside your Focii