Azira
"Oh, isn't it obvious?" A smirk grew on her face as her power flared up again. A row of spears. Then another, and another, and another. Each smoldered with her accursed power, curses split between the multitude of attacks. Lacking entirely in force, they made up for it with the myriad of hexes entangled within them. And with a flourish they descended, speeding down upon the opponents in great waves. "When you crush worms so often, you should gain an appreciation for doing it."
They almost seemed to dissipate against her opponents, but with the sheer setup Azira had created the effects began almost immediately. They dropped, losing strength in their bodies, clumsiness overtaking them, and her rain of spears had yet to stop. Blind, deaf, weak, confused, they never had a chance for the start. Shouting, crying out, it was all quite lovely. Then the more esoteric effects started kicking in. A draconic woman's teeth, tongue, nose, and ears all turned pitch black for a moment before transforming into a dark liquid, spilling off and out of her along with the blood from the wounds that had opened up. A werewolf's pelt rapidly began to tear, skin ripping off his form nearly in an instant. Others were simply being eaten away out, starting from the bottom up as they crumbled inch by inch to dust. Another had been struck by so many curses he should have been dead several times over, his bones had vanished and his breathing was shallow as his form flattened and folded in on itself.
