[b]SONJA[/b]

"You know what else is rude? Lighting people on fire," Sonja came back lamely. The quipping part had never come easily to her. Maybe the League offered classes in battlefield repartee. At any rate, she had bigger fish to fry- namely the acolyte's wrecking ball fists.

She managed to dodge the first blow, saw that the acolyte was knocked off balance by the heavy swing, knew she had to act quickly. With the dampening field in place, magical brute force wouldn't work- unorthodox tactics and the simple tricks she was used to doing would have to work. With that, Sonja plucked from the cuff of her blouse several silk handkerchiefs, knotted together into a short rope. Garden magic, so simple even the humblest novice could do it, beneath the notice of the dampening field.

The next part was a little more complicated. She grit her teeth, and feeling like she was swimming through molasses, gave the knotted handkerchiefs a twist before flinging them through the air to rest on the neck of the hooded woman. But at some point in the short flight through the air between Sonja's hands and the woman's neck, it turned into a very alive, very agitated, very poisonous asp. Hissing, it wrapped around the woman right as Light leaped for her.

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[b]SIXGUN[/b]

Rather than try to fight both men at once, Ben took a couple steps back, trying to line them up. He dashed the butt of his Colt across one's chin, grabbed the dazed man by the collar and pushed him heavily towards the other apprentice, hoping to knock both to the ground and buy a little time. He stepped backwards for breathing room, fumbling to reload his revolver as he listened to Morningstar's advice. Keep hammering at his shield until it fell apart? He could do that, especially if Witchfinder kept at it. Where was La Sombra, anyways? That man had clearly been through the mill, he shouldn't have any problems handling this.