[Mika unfortunately has no protection against magic, her stuttering scream almost as loud as her initial one had been. Hair frizzles instantly, skin and fur scorching around her earrings and the metal buckles on her shoes, and the smell of burning cotton and polyester is thick in the air as her cane flies out of her hand and she collapses in a heap, already foaming at the mouth.
[Action | Around town]
Very easy pickings.]