Smells Like Doom
For a second, a scent of disbelief filled the room, causing some people's body parts to malfunction. Brunos's blue eyes went wide open, Morrin's bronze ones dancing the same tune, plus those of that maroon haired succubus. Only Peony looked normal, her usually seductive smile replaced by a triumphant one instead.
Before they could even recover from the shock, she threw her right hand in the air, sending a ball of maroon smokes toward Morrin.
Brunos's mind raced.
Was she planning to make Morrin fall asleep?
'No no! Not before she rescues me. How am I going to break these intangible chains?'
Of course Peony's smoke ball didn't care whether Brunos remained restrained or got rescued. It hit Morrin right in the eye, causing her to remove one hand from the hilt of her sword and cover that very eye, as she staggered backwards.
To Brunos, it seemed as though she was hit by a stone instead of... no wait! Wasn't the ball made of smokes? Why did it hit her like that?