[Prisma*Illya]

Group I

Mary dodged back as the Troll attacked, the resulting shockwave through the ground nearly knocking her off her feet. Staggering, she attempted to gain her balance when she saw Szayrel attack with a flame wave from his sword. The Troll bellowed, not seeming to like, although he showed no signs of external damage. He swatted with his huge hand at Szayrel, attempting to throw him against the wall and crack several of his bones, or at least stun him. However, Soledad's arrows hit the crimson, tearing eyes on the front of its main body. That made it very angry, and it let out a roar as it thumped its front claws down, sending columns of rock spikes errupting out of the ground. Soledad, Alice, and Mary were directly in its path.

"That attack could kill one of us!" Mary thought, realizing how much more difficult the enemies were getting. There was no time to stop and think of that though. She quickly sprinted to the side, trying to get out of the way as the stones splintered upward from the earth pushing through from below.

"Dark Aura!" she called, sending a volley of dark magic blasts at the creature's white-masked face. It let out a low growl, and the eyes on the stalk-like tails come from behind seemed to rear up and focus on her. She let out a small gasp as the eyes seemed to open up wider as they focused on her.

"Wh-what's happening?" she thought, feeling her body grow rigid. No, it wasn't her imagination. She couldn't feel her feet, and to her horror she looked down to see her shoes and feet covered in stone, and the rocky coating crawling up her ankles and lower legs.

"It has some kind of petrification attack!" Shakespeare told them, alarmed. "You have to keep the gaze of those eyes on its tails disrupted."

[Switching to bold for moderator reports, since it's confusing to have it in the same style as thoughts (italics).]