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Amid all the constant misfires, there were now again explosions and conjured projectiles which struck the necro-drake, revealing that the craggy black glass of its skeleton was exactly as fragile as it seemed like it should be, but when broken its shards would immediately flow back into place. Worst of all, what harm she did do was quickly reversed the thing had some kind of innate healing ability. Thus, she wasn’t about to do that again, for all that it had been far more effective at harming her foe than any of her direct spells. Worse, that would leave infernally irradiated chunks of rock littering the landscape unless she took the time to both banish them back to Hell and siphon up the local infernal energy before it corrupted someone, two more feats that were beyond the average warlock’s ability and difficult enough even for Natchua that taking a few seconds to clean the mess she’d left in Veilgrad had nearly allowed the chaos monster to grab her. It was complex enough that only her elven speed and infernal mastery made it possible: she had to summon a fragment of native rock from Hell and use the inherent volatility of the dimensional transit to fling it at the necro-drake at high velocity, which was at least three individual things few warlocks could have done. She had worked out one trick so far which seemed to do the thing some damage, and was reluctant to use it. They certainly weren’t doing the necro-drake any harm, for all that it clearly perceived her hostile intent and continued coming after her. Spells rebounded, disintegrated, fizzled, transformed into harmless puffs of mist or far less harmless bursts of fire and acid it seemed each one found a new way to go wrong. Also why she only attacked with magical projectile spells, no energy beams or other effects that would make a connection between her and her target. Worse than useless-some of the misfires caused by her infernal spells hammering the necro-drake could easily have rebounded on her devastatingly had she been standing closer, which of course was exactly why she kept herself at a distance (aside from the threat posed by the beast itself). Natchua had nothing with which to fight except magic, and against a creature of chaos, magic was useless.
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A bear or wolf would have long since given up and gone to do something less futile. The beast was no dragon it wasn’t sapient, and not even particularly clever as animals went. It didn’t get tired and never wised up to her strategy, just kept coming after her. That was the good thing: leading the creature away from the city was as simple as hammering it with spells and shadow-jumping away to strike again before it could kill her in retaliation. And like many species of demon, it had no strategy beyond rabid frontal assault. It had gone after everyone in Veilgrad who had fired spells at it, and only been dissuaded from dive-bombing the mag cannon emplacement because Natchua had intercepted it mid-attack. When attacked, it attacked back, predictable as clockwork. The necro-drake reacted a lot like a demon, for all that there was no infernomancy in or around it and indeed, any such conventional magic would have disintegrated due to its innate chaos effects, as Natchua had been quick to observe.