[h3][color=thistle]Io[/color][/h3]

Io had only managed to pick off a few enemies before she was blindsided by someone who had managed to flank her in the chaos of the fight. The enemy was clearly smart enough to recognize her as a threat, but Io was far from out of options even when grappled from behind. If they weren't in the middle of a tense battle, she might even find the situation a little exciting. Of course, the legionnaire taking her to the ground was less exciting, and if anything a bit of a deal breaker.

The magical circle behind her flickered out of existence as she diverted her incantation. It wasn't pretty, but she needed to convert the spells into something to defend herself in close range - and without use of her arms. As she began chanting under her breath, something interrupted the Legionnaire's grapple on her. Something had struck him, the sudden attack interrupting his grip on Io. That was more than enough of an opening for her. She managed to shift her palm flat against the Varjan's stomach. As it turned out, she didn't need to change her incantation much at all. The pinpoint of light spell she chose would be just fine at close range, with the opening she had to direct it point-blank.

The spell punched through the Varjan's armor and had enough force to knock his body off of Io. As she got back to her feet she briefly glanced at the exit wound. '[color=thistle]Perhaps too much strength.[/color]' Io nearly chided herself for the magical inefficiency, though she reasoned that the extra force was necessary to physically push the enemy away as well. One could never be too sure in such close quarters.

Before another enemy could get the chance to ambush her, Io thankfully found herself grabbed by Kerry and flown to a more advantageous position. From her new position, Io could clearly see the battle was about to reach a turning point, and the Task Force just needed to turn the tide. Before Kerry could fly off, Io curtly let her know of a plan. "[b][color=thistle]Keep them busy. I'll support everyone from here.[/color][/b]" Io gave a nod of appreciation to the Hornet who saved her as she left.

Taking no time in enacting her plan, the lich pulled a scroll that was wrapped around her clothing free, letting it unfurl in the air and fall to the ground around her feet. "[color=thistle][b]With something strong...[/b][/color]" Io muttered, beginning a complex incantation in her secret language. The spell itself was simple: It would grant a magical regeneration and strength to those within it. The complexity came from selection and size. To select just Io's allies, and to make it wide enough to reach them from her position... Io closed her eyes to focus, first picking the chaotic energy of the fight apart and finding her allies within it. She had to factor in energy for undead and living, as well. 

Her robe, no longer tied by this particular scroll, fluttered in the storm's breezes, revealing glimpses of Io's bare skin and even the magical tattoos usually hidden by her robe. The scroll she used as a base began to glow around her feet as she formulated the spell, a magical circle starting within the scroll and growing. 

Chanting the spell would take a longer amount of time than a widespread destructive spell, but Io chose this to prevent any friendly losses (either from a destructive spell directly, or simply being worn down by enemy attacks). She trusted that the enhanced Task Force and allies would likely be more powerful than something like a giant fireball anyway.