[Seven Hells, what is this thing made out of?! Wait, don't tell us...
There is a sufficient amount of healing going out now, so Urianger feels safe enough to aim an attack of his own. He's still sore, but he manages to give chase with the rest of the group, slinging a well-placed ball of celestial energy at one of the mech's feet (15).
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There is a sufficient amount of healing going out now, so Urianger feels safe enough to aim an attack of his own. He's still sore, but he manages to give chase with the rest of the group, slinging a well-placed ball of celestial energy at one of the mech's feet (15).
Ithaqua is safe from his fussing for a time.]