Serpica continued sniffling, wiping the cold tears from her eyes once again. They had returned the bracelet, but bad things were still happening. Serpica didn't want to stay in town long, because she really didn't want to die. She looked up at Al, visibly worried.

"W-what do we do now, Al? It seems really dangerous here. E-even adventurers can run away if things are really scary, right?"

From the back of the wagon, Serpica didn't see the magical fighting. She didn't see the licking flames abjured by a magical force of freezing gales. She didn't see the rolling green mists, about to overtake their cart. She didn't see the monk thrown clear of the horse-sized dragon, but if she did, it's likely she would have been even more frightened and even more urine-covered.

As things stood, however, she was only frightened half to death and her bladder was only mostly vacated.

"Hm, it would appear or rampant harassment of a dragon has somehow led to a cluster of mages fighting a dragon." Al said, staring at the ongoing battle.
"Well my friend, the town's more or less screwed at this point. There's only one thing to do now." he said, hopping down from the wagon and scooping an armful of bread loaves from a nearby stall.

"We have to loot everything we can carry and ditch town. It'll just burn or get magic missiled anyways, so really we're doing everyone a favor at this point."

((OOC: Uh oh, Pyria's regained her senses))



In her madness, Pyria didn't even flinch at the sudden display of magical power before her, and weapons flying about. Her flames were put off, so what? Raven Queen? She would never bow down to a pitiful goddess of humans, no matter how fanciful the display. She batted her wings furiously, braving onto the obvious display of magic. It didn't matter. Hurricane winds, a magical mist from a second source, she would push through them all.

Roaring once more, Pyria's eyes gleamed with a nasty glint. "NOT EVEN THE GODS WILL PROTECT YOU, LUCA!" She spat, full of murderous intent. And just then, the fog on her mind cleared. Her senses returned and anger receeded somewhat, but not fully. She didn't know what it was, maybe the mist or the cold, but her mind gears quickly raced, as she took a full turn, ascending while dodging the worst of the blizzard.

"Funny. I'm not even angry now." Pyria said, in a much chirpy tone. "I can see what you did, clearly. If only you had listened, when i told you about my commitment and manacle." She said as she begun to ascend. "Everyone else, I can forgive the slight...but not you. I'll just bypass the divine protection and sock you for ~good" Pyria finished as she kept circling Luca, ascending yet once again in the storm. Memories raced in her draconic mind. Memories of her master.

A magic Barrier can be sturdy, and block blows, as you can see.

What about a moving barrier, then? Can we ram people with it.

In theory... but you know, wizards aren't the most muscular or fit people. It would require a hideous amount of speed and strength to do that.

She grinned, as she reached maximum altitude, before taking a dive once again. Right on top of Luca. But unlike before, she wasn't showing signs of changing direction, nor beginning a strafe run, surely with the wind she would crash in the ground and hurt herself. But she wasn't stopping her suicide dive.

Closer.

She drew closer.

Adjusting the trajectory, as if she was a catapult stone, aimed on top of Luca.

And then in the last second, a magic barrier deployed, turning the suicidal dive, in not a quite suicidal meteor strike with a magic shield.