Sana took a deep breath, watching the fight as the old apothecary stepped up next to her to steady her if needed. Sana doubted this would work, as far as she knew she had never been able to cast during her life even though she had been taught the songs growing up and had to perfect them. Wylsen nudged her slightly and she could only nod as she began to part her lips. Her voice started out as nothing more than a whisper as the lyrics came forth. “She sits in her corner singing herself to sleep, wrapped in all of the promises that no one seems to keep. She no longer cries to herself, no tears left to wash away. Just diaries of empty pages, feelings gone astray but she will sing,” she whispered in a soft singsong voice but nothing happened and she felt like an idiot standing there singing while they fought.
Wylsen stepped into her line of sight and placed his hands on her shoulders. “You have to believe it, do it for them,” he said motioning with his head towards the group that was desperately fighting but unable to get the upper hand.
Sana drew a breath and lifted her head more, trying to believe. “Till everything burns, while everyone screams. Burning their lies, burning my dreams. All of this hate and all of this pain burning all down as my anger reigns, till everything burns,” her voice sang, a bit stronger now and Wylsen smiled as she gave off the faintest of crimson hues from her skin.
“Come on, keep it going,” he urged her as he motioned with his hands, fanning them slightly towards himself.
“Walking through life unnoticed; knowing that no one cares. Too consumed with their masquerade, no one sees me there but I will sing,” Sana sang, her voice growing strong with each note that left her lips, her eyes closing slowly. Her sultry voice growing in strength as each word passed through her lips. The crimson hue that had been so faint was growing in intensity, her hair and clothing moving slightly as a wind seemed to pick up around her; Sana feeling the change continued hoping that it was working.
“Till everything burns while everything screams. Burning their lies, burning my dreams. All of this hate and all of this pain; burning it all down as my anger reigns,” she sang with force as her hands and body began to move, the crimson shaded light now bright and swirling like a blood drenched fog caught in the winds.
“Till everything burns,” she sang as her voice carried to the ears of each of those out there and her foot slammed into the ground below her; eyes slamming open, consumed with the shade that whipped about her. Her hands thrusting out as she continued, the light seeming to funnel through them and shooting out to each member that she considered an ally in this fight against the Anti-Paladin. “While everyone screams; burning their lies, burning my dreams. All of this hate and all of this pain burning all down as my angers, till everything burns!” she sung, holding out the last word as long as she could as the crimson light created an aura around each of them. They would feel courage building within them, fatigue fading away as it did, feeling themselves heal from wounds not yet tended to.
Sanas voice began to soften as she continued past the last held note, the hue fading from around her friends and the winds relenting around her form. “Watching it all fade away,” she managed to whisper as she drew her song to a close. The effect would continue for her party for some time but she was spent from having cast it. It was her first true cast and she was already weak. As her hands began to lower she began to wobble on her feet, Wylsen rushing to come up behind her and catch her as she began to fall. Gently lowering her to a seated position and resting her next to Sister Agnes.
“You did good Gypsy,” was all Wylsen said while he rested her back against the post. Sana nodded slightly as her head tilted back and she watched, hoping what she did would help the group over all. Sana did not have to wait long to see the results of her song. Fiona was in mid swing towards the Hell Hound, coming in from the side with her sword and aiming to hit something vital. She did, the sword pierced through the beasts flesh and drove directly into its heart and severing its spinal cord at the same time. It yelped but it was too late, the monster dropped to the ground with a thunderous thud, falling dead where it lay.
The Anti-Paladin saw this and narrowed his eyes, looking for the closest person to take it out on and his eyes fell on Hanzo. Moving to swing and take the mans head off he would have succeeded if it were not for Lob coming up and being ready for the swing. As the dark one swung so did Lob, who had been waiting for the attack and brought down his club hard against the mans arm right at the elbow. The sound of bone cracking echoing through the air as he dropped his sword in the process and stumbled back slightly; grabbing his now unusable arm with his good one. Catching himself before he was able to fall he seemed to growl demonically.
The sound of hooves beating grabbed the Anti-Paladins attention, turning to face it he was left no time to get out of the way as the lance hit him full force in the right side of his body on his chest near his should and lifted him off the ground. The force dented his armor and cracked his collarbone, sending him flying through the air and crashing into the ground, sprawled out just as he had done to Sana. Gasping for air he fought to recover but only managed to sit up before anything else happened.
