(Beau's staff connects and forces Yasha onto one knee into the sand and she's dismayed to find the same fate befalling her as it did Molly. The ground holds her firm in place, right along her lowered leg and try as she might she can't tug herself free. Beau is behind her, and she's crouched in that little defensive maneuver that she frequently does. Watching her.
Yasha's unnerved by it, it's... so unlike her.)
Beau, (she tries, putting down a hand to steady herself but mistake, mistake, now that's stuck too,) ugh-- Molly! (She raises her voice to him, glancing up just in time to watch him misty step away into the distance,) I'm stuck, it's this sand.
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Yasha's unnerved by it, it's... so unlike her.)
Beau, (she tries, putting down a hand to steady herself but mistake, mistake, now that's stuck too,) ugh-- Molly! (She raises her voice to him, glancing up just in time to watch him misty step away into the distance,) I'm stuck, it's this sand.