"Why, hello there."Fionn's ascent up the cliff had immediately run into an unexpected hitch: a small, green face leaning over the edge in curiosity. More than anyone, he would be able to recognise that it was a Niyar up there—and unfortunately
not Fiadh, which rather reduced the chances of talking it out.
"Bye bye~"Especially with the cliff-face now rapidly liquefying into mud.
@The Otter
The vial of sand got a remporarily befuddled reaction, although
sneezing wasn't quite what Renar had been hoping for. Certainly, there was irritation; the demon's eyes sure looked bloodshot. It
also seemed that she didn't care and could see through any watering, or maybe just had a surprisingly high tolerance for blinding. Whatever the case, the tripping attempt was brought to a halt by the plain
metal spike she forced into the ground.
Then Rolan fired his crossbow, and the armoured figure had immediately narrowed her eyes and was
gone in a shimmer of purple—
—Appearing in front of the bolt instead and crushing the shot with a gauntleted fist. Her expression had gone from pleased to annoyed, and as Rolan was surely finding out now—he had her
entire attention, as well as an uptick in aggression. That, or the sudden preference for weapons that would be large for a
normal person was just her way of saying hello to archers.
@VitaVitaAR@Psyker Landshark@Eisenhorn
While Gisela may have been planning some immediate follow-up to the destructive orbs, which were continuing now to roll away from the hill while steadily shrinking, the addition of magical fire from above was giving the duo climbing that side precious breathing room. Not that Gertrude's spells had gotten through to her, the older mage had simply raised her hand and the attacks kept slamming into a nearly-invisible barrier, the mana radiating cracks through it but the spells ultimately being absorbed.
The lack of fire in return soon ended, though. Rather than keep casting spell after spell, she had opted for a single powerful one of her own—
Gertrude probably wasn't happy to be on the
receiving end of Shooting Stars, especially one so grossly overcharged in this short time that it was a veritable curtain of repeating fire. Oh, they were definitely weaker to be
hit by, given that the Hundi had optimised for volume of fire, but that only meant so much when you were relying on staying in the air.
But that was still giving her an opportunity to look back at the knights climbing the hills, eyes widening at seeing how her demonic guardian was quite sidetracked, and start reciting another spell.
This had an immediate visual effect, if anyone climbing (Fionn aside) were to look directly up. A flat disc where, instead, the sky was night.
Which was when the first sphere of silver light came crashing down. Far too short to actually hit Gerard, but the intent seemed clear—the Hundi was still chanting, and the hand
not holding a staff was pointing. At least this gave warning, a second was now coming.
And then Fleuri. The captain. Renar. It wasn't rapid fire, but it
was now accurate. And, if it hit, devastating.
@Octo@HereComesTheSnow@VitaVitaAR@Psyker Landshark