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Fae heard the explanation about two seconds before someone grasped her arms, and she resisted the urge to shout when it became clear that her feet were no longer on solid ground. Gravity as such was one of the things that gave her a sense of placement, and without a feel for the earth beneath her, she felt thoroughly displaced. Not to say that it wasn't an exhilarating sensation, because it most certainly qualified as that. The wind rushed past her ears and buffeted her uselessly-dangling legs, but she attempted to minimize her flailing for the sake of poor Alistair, who was probably not having the best of times trying to fly a fully-grown person fifty feet in the air.

Her feet lightly touched stone, and she released first, letting the harpy know it was fine to do the same. It took her a second to assess her position, but the sound of Beelzes taunting her opponents was so familiar it made her smile. Wait- what? Beelzes was supposed to be out of commission for this battle! On some level, Fae knew she should not be surprised by this; it wasn't like her friend to stay behind while everyone else got out there and killed things. Of course, this did not stop her from worrying, which was probably futile.

Shaking her head, Faera decided she'd be better off just helping, and immediately went to work. She'd decided to save herself the trouble of gathering water this time, and for that reason had belted several containers of the stuff to her person. These, she now took advantage of, forming the dual whips she was familiar with. A smart flick of the wrist wound one of these about a duo of soldiers, and magical rather than physical strength tossed them over their own side of the wall, to join the flaming Child Alistair had shot.

Battles, she'd noticed, tended to have a pattern for the Legion. They'd go in, and things would be fine for a while. But just when it seemed like things were tied up and decided, something disastrous would happen. Maybe it only seemed that way because they tended to have the advantage of surprise? That could make sense. Either way, she wasn't going to drop her guard.

An instinct that turned out to be most helpful when she was ambushed from behind. She heard the characteristic clank of metal greaves and armor in enough time to form one of her weapons into a shield comprised of thick ice, which sent the woman's scythe and chain weapon skidding off to the left. Fae lashed her remaining aqueous weapon at the Child's feet before she could think to melt the ice block with the fire they were all gifted with. It caught on a leg and dragged the woman to the ground, but whips were not often killing weapons, and she had to think fast to take advantage of it. Contracting and freezing this one, too, Fae stabbed her newly-made hand-spear into the Child's unarmored chest, recoiling from the iron-and salt smell that assaulted her sensitive nose shortly thereafter.

She decided to try avoiding letting her opponents that close anymore. She really didn't like melee.

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Neira watched the numerous improvised solutions for scaling the wall and grinned. Sure, Shanir, Ayalen, and Mellikot would be left with one armor enchantment each when it was done, but that was better than what happened to a couple of the people waiting to climb the ladder, or at least she could not help but think as much as one of them hit the ground with a projectile protruding from his neck.

Thanaros and the little elf girly had the right idea, but as she was without a partner, she'd have to make the fifty feet herself. It took a bit of thought, but eventually she had what might work. Neira could hover at thirty feet on a good day, but more altitude than that was asking for trouble. Still, she hadn't been working on her psionics for nothing. Zipping up the first three stories without difficulty, she boosted her ascent just as she started to lag, and managed to land up and over, if only just.

Ah well... it would do. Now, how to best put her early arrival to good use? The wall was soon ascended by a good number of her legion compatriots, and she was amused by the fervor with which they seemed to be attacking it. A couple soldiers provided an initial answer to her question, and she ducked the swing of a broadaxe, converting the motion to upward momentum and snapping his neck with a swift blow to the underside of his chin. Shifting her weight, she caught the other one in the torso with her left foot. He stumbled backwards, hacking at her with a shortsword, which she allowed to glance harmlessly off her chitinous hide, stepping into the strike and smashing his solar plexus.

The entire time, she was plagued by the feeling that something wrong was in the area, and she sought out the disturbance with her mind. When she finally brushed it, it was familiar in a way that sent a tingle of anticipation down her spine. I hadn't thought to see you again so soon, Xeron... miss me?