The target moves toward you by the shortest and most direct route, ending its turn if it moves within 5 feet of you.
The foe's limbs jerk forward against its will, boots scraping unyieldingly across the grit-strewn ground. Muscles strain in futile resistance, veins bulging like twisted roots under taut skin. It halts mere inches from you, breath ragged, eyes wide with helpless fury.
These sliders set site audio only, so you can mix against Discord and other apps (phone volume still caps everything).